Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's time to the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" our Adidas with 409
He the highs,I dog the bass
Ya wanna hear us
a taste!!!
Every day I a sandwich 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 anothers rhyme
They're just too easy to
I two at a time
doggin' the wax and ya don't quit
And if you didn't like that suck my....
how I write my raps
Cold with two freaks upon my lap
on the phone,bookin' more def shows
An' if the freaks get I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent my bed
Just maxin' an' like I'm at club med
Ya say you this 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 dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're dancin' with has got great 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
E keeps 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 girl and her then I let her see my....
Jam how I got my fame,Ice capital T
Evil E's his
If you can't see who's rockin' you be blind
You better clean gazelles with some 409!!!
Go Ice get (x2)
Go Get busy (X2)
Turn up stereo,equalize treble
be kickin' stupid hard as metal
On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme
M.C. Ice T microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per
This record is def because my is in it
Vocals by the Ice,tempos tight and precise
Special will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
No way in the world that you can deny my
As my record rotates,my words get 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. all the dough
As the record revolves money's made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's
I chill in def leathers pure silks and
And the gold around my neck will never
Down with my Syndicate rhyme
Kickin' def tempos I design
And if you can't hear'em thats such a
You better your dirty ears with some 409
I always elite,stay on beat
Travel in a posse when I walk the
Loved to say my rhymes when I to max
Now I don't speak much,I save my for wax
I just wanna make a little point in song
With a little we can all get along and on and on
the break'a break of dawn
This jam will never play out the grooves too strong
Guys a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it
I wanna make ya yourself
On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who
on the cuts,Henry Gee's 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 crew you be fine
But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring 409!!
(BREAK)
409......