Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas 409
He the highs,I dog the bass
Ya hear us rock?
a taste!!!
Every day I make a with ham and cheese
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
just too easy to write
I do'em two at a
Like the wax and ya don't quit
And if you didn't like then suck my....
Dictations how I my raps
maxin' with two freaks upon my lap
Chillin' on the phone,bookin' def shows
An' if the freaks get I smack the....
Whole days of my are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at med
Ya say you like this record,you think it's
Party people get stupid we begun!!!
(break)
You're get,get,gettin' stupid
As the hits your body get ill!!!
You dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're dancin' has got great hips bug out!!
Go on and grab her.....
Tape recorder up the bass
No to waste just dog the place
R-R-R-Rocket a missile in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil
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 rockin's how I got my fame,Ice T
Evil E's his
If you see who's rockin' you must be blind
You better 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 tonight that's right your opponent
M.C. Ice T microphonin'
33 and 1/3 per minute
This is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos and precise
Special effects be created by an editor's splice
The is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your 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 Records not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too
Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the
As the record money's gettin' made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time 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 can't thats such a crime
You better wash your dirty ears with 409
I rhyme elite,stay on beat
Travel in a when I walk the street
to say my rhymes when I used to max
Now I don't speak much,I save my for wax
I just make a little point in this song
With a little nonsense we can all get and on and on
Till the break'a of dawn
This jam will never play out because the grooves too
Guys grab a girl,girls a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please it outside
I wanna ya enjoy yourself
On the mic Ice T!!Who else?
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
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 dirty-bring 409!!
(BREAK)
409......