Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

Ice Cube's in the house
The you love to hate
Ice in the mutha-fuckin' house
The nigga you love to
Ice Cube's in the house

Yo, here comes the nigga the ruff, terror
The paranoid, to get the boy
Get your steel 'cuz I feel a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of

Styles guns my wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, down two
Bucking down your crew, mutha you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but

'Cause god damn its a new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the five mag, got you runnin' like a fag

So, keep your mutha-fuckin'
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to for cars

Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin'

Oh, to the fuckin' G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they fade me
Stop me, me, cops wanna glock me
fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me

Uhh, am I a G, I got
Banged in my youth, keep on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the
Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob

So what's up
You want what I got to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Your mom's crying fuck her, her
Bitch start screaming to me and I'll her

Pops got the LP phat, on hit
Laid by the mutha Bobcat
three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha I'm rich

Tupac's in the mutha fuckin'
in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the fuckin' house
in the mutha fuckin' house

Got any wordz

Now after me, why? 'Cuz a niggas black
Sit back, ain't to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come to a real mutha-fucker
Mama ain't raised no

Dan Quayle, don't you know you to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the
rednecks all the same
Feel a nigga if he ain't balled and chained

That's why we shit and wreck
'Cuz the punk police ain't shit yet
You mutha-fuckas pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a life

It's on, the next real nigga dead
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or head
Be prepared for the smoke to
What niggas need to do is loc'in up

we stand, divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga but can't take us all
Let's get along the Mexicans
And we can all peace on the sets again

Imagine that if it place
Keeping the smile off their fakes
I ain't racist but let's trade
Trace the 'n face it

One nigga two niggas, three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach niggas
And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've
And them is my last