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 whip,I don't like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans,good for my
1 a.m.,I always.....
Far from me to bite rhyme
They're just too to write
I two at a time
Like the wax and ya don't quit
And if you didn't like then suck my....
how I write my raps
Cold maxin' with two freaks my lap
Chillin' on the phone,bookin' def shows
An' if the get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent my bed
Just 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)
You're get,get,gettin' real
As the hits your body get ill!!!
You ain't dumb you paid to party go off!!
The girl you're with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on and grab her.....
Tape recorder turn up the
No time to waste dog the place
R-R-R-Rocket a missile in space
Evil E keeps his in an anvil case
We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a and like her then 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 better clean your with some 409!!!
Go Ice get (x2)
Go Get busy (X2)
Turn up your stereo,equalize
Bass be kickin' hard as metal
On the mic tonight that's your rhyme opponent
M.C. Ice T just
33 and 1/3 revolutions per
This record is def because my is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos and precise
effects will be created by an editor's splice
The is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my work your body do somethin'
No way in the world that you can deny my
As my rotates,my words get more impressive
I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause move too slow
Now Bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves gettin' made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time played
I in def leathers pure silks and suede
And the gold my neck will never fade
Down with my Syndicate organized
Kickin' def that I design
And if you can't hear'em thats a crime
You better wash your dirty ears some 409
I always elite,stay on beat
Travel in a when I walk the street
Loved to say my rhymes I used to max
Now I don't speak much,I my words for wax
I just wanna a little point in this song
With a nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a break of
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 cold my back
Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act
Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
Red Alert,Chuck Out
If you're with my crew you will be fine
But if you ill get dirty-bring your 409!!
(BREAK)
409......