Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikkka's Most Wanted

Ice with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in
'Cause everybody's crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one in the area
The way I'm I'm scarin' ya
I'm darin ya to hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang
one in the chamber
'cause get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the
All the ol' school fellows are crooks
So I get jealous
keep thinkin' did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9
For the day one of my homies to squab
I'm rollin wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa's wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes got hurt
But if you know me, you that I'm liable
To bust a cap it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness
From the shit I took people
I reap all fat shit, jack
to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but can't catch me yet
I'm slick as slippery
They can't get wit me, cops ain't to me
I dig a pig so I drop the dogs
And em like sweat hogs
And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the nigga flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's most

Hey yo, here's the poster read:
Cube is wanted dead'
That's all it
I put heads to bed and the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and
When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my
So it up punk and then I just
Put another in progress
the American way
'cause I'm the
Ice Cube, a motherfuckin'
And to catch the early bird but they slept, so
Who gets the
And if I'm in a trap
You know I'ma beat the
With a payoff, cop lay off
FBI on my dick, off!
I'm not a rebel or a on a quest
I'm a with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip
'cause I'm scarin' ya, by America

(Hey yo man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the fuck has
It's time to take a trip to the
Let em see a nigga
blank for the Caucasian
Cock the then crackle, smile
me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the and the jewelry
Three later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass wit me
in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my on TV
(oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out
Struck out, I get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the when
The ol' bitch down the street must've me in
'Cause the feds was out there ten
I got hassled and gaffled in the back
I back when I was robbin' my own kind
The didn't pay it no mind
But when I start robbin' the folks
Now I'm in the pen wit the
I said it before and I'll taught it
Every with a color is most wanted