Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's time to start the if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the
Ya hear us rock?
a taste!!!
Every day I make a with ham and cheese
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 anothers
They're just too to write
I do'em two at a
Like doggin' the wax and ya don't
And if you like that then suck my....
Dictations how I write my
Cold maxin' with two upon my lap
on the phone,bookin' more def shows
An' if the freaks get I smack the....
Whole of my life are spent inside my bed
maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you like this record,you think it's
people get stupid we just begun!!!
(break)
You're get,get,gettin' stupid
As the beat hits body get ill!!!
You dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on and grab her.....
Tape recorder up the bass
No time to waste just dog the
R-R-R-Rocket a missile in space
Evil E his 1200s in an anvil case
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 and like 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 Get busy (X2)
Turn up stereo,equalize treble
Bass be kickin' stupid as metal
On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme
M.C. Ice T microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per
record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals by the Ice,tempos tight and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that
Bust a move to my groove your body do somethin'
No way in the world that you can 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 they move too
Now Bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves money's gettin'
A.S.C.A.P. me every time it's played
I chill in def pure silks and suede
And the gold around my will never fade
Down with my Syndicate organized
Kickin' def tempos that I
And if you can't thats such a crime
You better wash dirty ears with some 409
I rhyme 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 speak much,I save my for wax
I just wanna make a point in this song
a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a break of
This jam will never play out because the too strong
Guys a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy a guy,please take it outside
I wanna make ya enjoy
On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who
Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's gun
my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my
Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act
Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
Red Alert,Chuck Out
If you're down with my you will be fine
But if you ill get dirty-bring your 409!!
(BREAK)
409......