Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" our Adidas with 409
He the highs,I dog the bass
Ya wanna us rock?
a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and
Use miracle whip,I don't like
I eat a can of beans,good for my
1 a.m.,I always.....
Far from me to anothers rhyme
They're just too to write
I two at a time
Like doggin' the wax and ya quit
And if you didn't like that suck my....
how I write my raps
Cold maxin' two freaks upon my lap
Chillin' on the phone,bookin' def shows
An' if the freaks get illy I the....
Whole of my life are spent inside my bed
maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you like record,you think it's fun?
Party people get stupid we begun!!!
(break)
get,get,gettin' real stupid
As the hits your body get ill!!!
You ain't you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl dancin' with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on and grab her.....
Tape turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the
R-R-R-Rocket like a in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil
We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To close to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and her then I let her see my....
Jam how I got my fame,Ice capital T
Evil E's his
If you can't see who's you must be blind
You clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
Go Ice get (x2)
Go Get busy (X2)
Turn up your stereo,equalize
Bass be kickin' stupid as metal
On the mic that's right your rhyme opponent
M.C. Ice T just
33 and 1/3 per minute
record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and
Special effects will be by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that
Bust a move to my work your body do somethin'
No way in the that you can deny my method
As my record rotates,my words get more
I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too
Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the
As the record revolves money's gettin'
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every it's played
I chill in def leathers pure silks and
And the gold around my neck will never
Down with my organized rhyme
Kickin' def tempos I design
And if you hear'em thats such a crime
You better wash your ears with some 409
I always elite,stay on beat
Travel in a posse when I walk the
Loved to say my when I used to max
Now I don't speak much,I save my for wax
I just wanna make a little point in song
a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a of dawn
This jam will never play out the grooves too strong
grab a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it
I wanna make ya enjoy
On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who
Evil's on the cuts,Henry shot gun
my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Bob's cold watchin' my back
Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack
Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La
Red Alert,Chuck Out
If you're down with my crew you be fine
But if you ill we'll get your 409!!
(BREAK)
409......