Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

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

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 of shits

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

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

So, keep mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, niggas out to kill for cars

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

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

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

So up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get
Your crying fuck her, bust her
Bitch start screaming to me and dust her

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

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

Got any wordz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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