Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikkka's Most Wanted

Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it on
A nigga that's in the city of the criminal zone
One time keep the law in order
'Cause everybody's goin' for a quarter
You're tuned in to the one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and and brag and sag
Or beat for ya flag
'cause if you is or you a gang banger
Keep one in the
you'll get them things put on ya son
Ice has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house are crooks
So I get jealous
They keep thinkin' did my grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9
For the day one of my homies want to
I'm still wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa's wanted)

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

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

(Hey yo Cube man, they on ass)

Word, but who the has heard?
It's time to a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga
Point blank for the
the hammer then crackle, smile
Take me to house, pal
Got to the house, my got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the
weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it be
(What up G?) Saw my on TV
(oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the out
Pack my and tried to hit the dough when
The ol' bitch the street must've turned me in
'Cause the feds was out ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back
I think 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 still it
Every with a color is most wanted