Luyện nghe bài hát I.C. Y'all

Yeah, flip mode, y'all, talkin' 'bout?
De La' y'all, whatchu 'bout?
Whatchu 'bout?

Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching
'em shook like spray cans
It's so hot, it'll make face tan
Ace ban rap, the place the

Bit y'all in my but you taste bland
I feel fake, niggaz and mince snake niggaz
hiss but won't bite, false alarm
And if it don't, Rockwild, we fin' to drop a

grip on a mic like we Stretch Arm
I shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the B.S. you on

Storm bad weather or not you scorned
For ten years I've baked shit hot potato
still drippin' like stu-b's, you groupies
Need to show I.D. before the bust

Touched down the God put 7 to Zippo
And drop it on you heavy a hippo
Now you heard

To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C.
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you that
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see

To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see
Women doin' they wanna, I.C. y'all
To them people gettin' over
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see
Wouldn't wanna be y'all, be

It's the one and only effect you catch from a cassette
Straight wig out the world and girls, we dig out ya back
letters spellin' out my name
All over your marquee the spark is me

Currently, we can be seen your screen
Stayin' wide eyed 'cause you niggaz tryin' to
Welcome to the spot, I'm slaying it
Chop it up and fit it inside quart of rice

You speak ghetto, falsetto on the mic
Tryin' to me third degree, you just a third of me
be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man with my funds, crush like Ricky D

Who quoted Vance No one can serve us
My squad advance quite superb
Just kick off your shoes, jump on the
been a long time comin' this, you need to cop

To all my dogs all the way in the back, to black
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C.
get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see

To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see
Women what they wanna, I.C. y'all
To them people gettin' over
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see
Wouldn't wanna be y'all, be

It one, two, three, four
Bounce so much, I up off the floor
So, raw the most raw you ever saw
after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door

Baby, open blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse
Jamaican dick style, all in they house
I to be the all access, you see the fact is
My mouth so follow while I display the slackness

Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the
When I was young, put soap on my tongue and yo-yo
Forever we gettin' this with the quickness
While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my

Short fuse, Langston Hughes
We gettin' money with whoever the Jews
The way we finagle and gain it be all in my shoes
a nigga up with De La like [Incomprehensible] amuse

To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C.
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I you know that
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see

To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see
doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all
To them people gettin' pulled
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see
Wouldn't be y'all, be y'all