Luyện nghe bài hát Exodus

Yeah, is Ice-T
You've just been to the Seventh Deadly Sin
To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is rap
And I'm very proud to been a part of that throughout the years
I'd to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out
In this that we call the streets
You know? What can I Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, coast, North and South
I got my niggas The Top here
We sign this one off like this:

My life's been a great in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do Make peace or go raw?
I can't explain the true penalties of and the wealth
Tell me who can I trust? I can't myself
Got the devil got me thinking them ill moves
Every damn kid on the street, they got to prove
Push a bullet my heart, why not? That's a start
They push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga
And if you say you're going to me, should I blast you first?
Being black is kinda being born with a curse
Do or Die, that's the of the streets I didn't invent
sketch my life out with malicious intent
My color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto
I to the hills, but I can never let go
The gun shots and the homicides just stop
And because I came up, I can always drop

Yo.. we come prepared for warfare
Never scared soldiers to the
And hose them body with the hardwear
You spark a dun Bizzaro or sequel
When you a link on the wings of this desert eagle
Flappin, we caps friend
when niggas would shoot joints
Now be wildin' placing hollow points
Cause in rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace
Mad sons got to the face, OG packs kilos
Over losers and cilo, prepare like a scout
I the burner on the delo
In age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity
If Five ?? you nigga maintain - insanity
Hope you see the light ­ like the prism's colors
Only a few remain brothers, fuck the
In cold world ­ the war that's controlled by the trigger
or the scripture got to be that live nigga

So if niggas to bite the sound like Tyson
him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson
You dis, don't even try son
Hey yo, Pizzone ­ I'm the prodigy you to keep ya eyes on
Yo who the don, who it all night long?
50 mill strong, Handle napalm. Word is bond
Who get it on when it's time to a bomb?
Sadq keep it cool and with the niapalm
Droppin emcee's to their knees and make pie straight
and take and serve niggas on my hot plate
So who got beef, we can take it to the streets
Cause shit these talk to the grave with they teeth
It's to meet your maker step into the new millennium
I analyze data intel Pentium
So me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust
Top Gun, bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust

Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in neck of the woods
I'm 15 deep in the foreign neighborhood
Street of my styles, no smiles, to gun down the golden child
on trial for my old endeavors
Cold weather got catched to buck wholes in my fucking sweater
Niggas is soft like butter, and felt
Time to heat it up and
Felt the welts from brass buckles to brass knuckles
Kill all the jokes and ­ let's all get together
My fam thick together
Trick off and lick off
No matter the
Lets on down to the bow and to the bricks
I start to squeeze, I won't ease off a bit
Won't be no teams up in with no clashes
bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses

Life got no guarantees, I'm for the long lease
When I'm in LA, it ain't to find me
21st floor shrimp at Belonte's
Every you see me I'm connected to a dime piece
I check your styles, although you quicker
No matter what you do, I'll lace mine thicker
Jealousy make a fool die quicker than liquor
Watch back with your niggas
Cause right where they'll stick ya
You see me in the club up, all alone
I give to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home
Bodyguards are something that I just do
Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap too
Money makes all my homies brand new
I don't fuck with the fakes, I make moves with the
Ice ­ baby chopping that real, thought you
I sound hard, but nigga I can die too

I'm as real as you