Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's to rhyme out
dug your own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, crawl out, from the fallout
'Cause I get mad, I go all out

Ice cooler than the cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
Criminal background, time to get down
I use a silencer, like the loud sound

Off my mic blast, you better run
The last punk that junk passed
on his grave, laughed, jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an

Syndicate boy, I don't out
You're grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we duel out

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

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' 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 don't ramble, you gamble
With your grill, I got a fist like an
I write a record, it on the topic
Evil and IZ dog the track, then we it

Record stores it, stock it, fans buy it
People that never heard of try it
Then you try to You got gall
I got gold on my and gold on my wall

in my fingers, gold in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', gold's what you
Toy, this Christmas, no time to play
I no child, punk, you'll get sprayed

on a mega-villan
You want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch sleep

Take it

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

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

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

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

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

Take personal

Now, the words I to some may sound radical
But I'll explain, simply mathematical
You diss, I diss, this is an equal
You to my diss, this is called a sequel

I reply to your diss, is called a battle
Not intelligent, not very
So I battle, I just put heads out
A straight is always the direct route

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

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