Luyện nghe bài hát 409

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