Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Soldier

I'm a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop

All you wannabe gangstas, drivin'
at the high schools, broke but braggin'
Under educated, your style is
You talk behind my back and your gold-plated
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef never end
I'll tear midsection, 'til your body start to bend
a pistol, I'm a smokin'
I'm crushin', not
sissies for a past time, and no I'm never chokin'
I blow away suckers with the flicker of my
Not monkey, it's a natural reflex
Go getter tactics, makin' holla
A vicious with a rope around my collar
I carry lots a cash, I a sucker's ass
I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the fast
at Arnold's on the Ave, I fight 'til the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I your damn neck
I got the cold rippin', your needle's not skippin'
So damn weapons that the military's trippin'
People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not a hood
But you rock heads wish that you

Be a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop

Now let's get one straight, my weapons are great
You 22 suckers are late
Got a quarter clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I'm to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson
I'm the wizard of mayhem, of destruction
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt
1 says open, page 2 says feel
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says
A mini 14, full dress
A thirty round clip, and I takin' no mess
Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a dresser
My M16 has a presser
My Sterling mark six , funny but it hits
It sideways but the sucker will kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda but its good
Some of you wannabes that you could

Be a hip hop
I'm a hip hop

Now I'm to get go, so I better clean up
I'm not crime, but you gotta get tough
I don't believe in gun control, the is proven
Give a a gun, and your public is losin'
For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs ain't
No protection in your section, now time to act
A 22 won't due, you need fire
I'm a ammo gum gun
Big battle rifles, can make a day
You around with me so lot, you might get blown away
Wearin' 5 rings, never intimidated
In Seattle they are jealous, a brother has made it
But they mess with me, cause they might get Iked
I'm not a gay rapper, I don't to get knifed
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe
Don't you roody-poos wish that you

Be a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop ...

I'm hollow point bullets, in my 38
So if you plan to get ill, you better in your place
Cause I'm not a game player, I'm a rhyme sayer
My vigilante group includes my
I pack two cause they stop all crime
You might get yours, but let me get mine
I never beat woman, romance is
If a freak wants to leave, boy you as well let her
West coast we all bust hard
When we chillin' on the set, we never a bodyguard
People in Seattle me, cause I'm not like a hood
Some of you wannabes wish that you

Be a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop