Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's time to start the party if don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas 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 from me to bite anothers
They're just too easy to
I two at a time
Like the wax and ya don't quit
And if you didn't like that suck my....
Dictations how I my raps
Cold maxin' two freaks upon my lap
Chillin' on the phone,bookin' def shows
An' if the freaks get I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent my bed
maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you like record,you think 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 to party go off!!
The girl you're dancin' with has got great bug out!!
Go on homeboy and her.....
recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the
R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in
E keeps his 1200s 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 girl and her then I let her see my....
Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice T
Evil E's his
If you can't see rockin' you must be blind
You better clean your gazelles some 409!!!
Go Ice get (x2)
Go Evil Get (X2)
Turn up stereo,equalize treble
be kickin' stupid hard as metal
On the mic tonight right your rhyme opponent
M.C. Ice T microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per
This is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos and precise
Special effects will be created by an splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove 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 Records not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause move too slow
Now Sire/Warner Bros. all the dough
As the record money's gettin' made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time played
I chill in def pure silks and suede
And the gold around my will never fade
Down with my organized rhyme
Kickin' def tempos I design
And if you can't hear'em thats a crime
You better wash dirty 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 speak much,I save my words for wax
I just wanna make a little in this song
With a little nonsense we can all get and on and on
Till the break of dawn
This jam will never out because the grooves too strong
grab a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it
I wanna ya enjoy yourself
On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who
on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun
my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob's cold my back
Melle Mel's just for some punks to act wack
Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
Red Alert,Chuck Out
If down with my crew you will be fine
But if you ill we'll get your 409!!
(BREAK)
409......