Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's time to out
You've dug your own grave, now you climb out
Dig out, crawl out, hide the fallout
when I get mad, I go all out

Ice cooler than the cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get
background, it's time to get down
I use a silencer, don't like the sound

Off my mic blast, you better run
The last that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, jumped in my
his bitch an autograph

Syndicate boy, I fool out
You're grown, school's out
You try to I think you better cool out
your butt is smoke, if we ever duel out

This jam is directed, to all of who expected
For me to cold be but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are infected with dollar signs collected
Jealous punks, I it

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if they agree with you, your crew too
I diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

My style ramble, you shouldn't gamble
With your grill, I got a fist an anvil
I a record, lock it on the topic
and IZ dog the track, then we drop it

Record stores rock it, it, fans buy it
People that never of Ice-T try it
you try to diss? You got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my

Gold in my fingers, in my ear
When this spinnin', gold's what you hear
Toy, this ain't Christmas, no to play
I ain't no child, punk, get sprayed

Illin' on a
You must a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one weep
'Cause the next night with your I'll sleep

Take it

I ain't coast, West coast, new style or old style
You wanna know about me? police files
Get out my face or you might have a one
Brass knuckle prints? Yes, I some

I ain't here to boast, I don't do
When I talk it's straight dope, facts
I rock hard but called a new jack
But talk shit, you're sure to get cracked

I don't drink or or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled thugs
L.A.P.D's got all my boy's
Can't use my for the damn bugs

I live in privacy, don't suckers hawking me
News reporters, some they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat

They get for hype-type publicity
They don't twice, about dissin' me
But a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't mess
I hope punk reporters wear vests

Take that

Now, the words I speak to may sound radical
But I'll explain, it's mathematical
You diss, I diss, is creates an equal
You reply to my diss, this is called a

I reply to your diss, this is a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
So I don't battle, I just put out
A line is always the direct route

I lyrics clear, to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm about
You know who you are, you just
'Cause you hear my records are million

Try to say I'm wack, out on the
While whole crew is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and vapors