Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice than the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
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 punk that junk passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, in my stretch
Signed his bitch an

Syndicate boy, I don't out
You're full grown, out
You try to I think you better cool out
'Cause your is smoke, if we ever duel out

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

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if they agree you, then your crew too
I never an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

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

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

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

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

Take it

I East coast, West coast, new style or old style
You wanna know me? Check police files
Get out my face or you have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints? Yes, I used

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

I drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still street thugs
L.A.P.D's got all my mugs
use my phone for the damn bugs

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

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

Take personal

Now, the words I speak to some may sound
But I'll explain, simply 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 called a
Not intelligent, not very
So I don't battle, I just put out
A straight line is the direct route

I write clear, to leave no doubt
even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You who you are, you just jealous
'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