Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cube

Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal "We Are At War")
Ding Ding
round two
I got my and my denim, fool
You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass
We from the side, boy

Chorus: [Shag]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10

In about seconds some east side niggaz
Is gonna put the in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I you stay tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's
It two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you
"No Vaseline"
You could be the big
Bring your
Fuck your
I'll bring the pack of
You to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the rockers up in your video
You get
You can take your four W fingers and it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice is a thing of the past
If I got no nuts because they're still stuck in your ass
You're the of punks
of busters
King of
Now get down of your knees (Shag: Bow Down)
to sucking

You try to NWA without Dre and Ren
cool
But you're fuckin' up Mack 10
little philly
I'm tearing'
Can you really see my machine gun
Open and aimed at fat little frame
How can I
I'll twist your cap and take name
it
My should be Mack 11
I'm a caliber MC
There's no
Anytime you run up
You get with
You get
"Check Yo' self" (bitch it)
Ice Cube, you better (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the songs on your third album (biatch!)
(spoken):
You and 10
deal with this
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin'
Fuck
So what'cha do?
Bring it on,
This is Shag from the Neighborhood
Shag's
Mack 10 is a
Suckin' Ice dick
But you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
take it to the streets
And like real g's
What you niggaz do?
You can't with these
Ain't had a strap
Now you wanna rap
Come to your hood
'Cause scared to get jacked
peace, this is war
Everybody on the
I see your fat ass
I'm one to your jaw
you
Fuck your
your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down

Can't stand bitch made
Ice Cube, youse an
Not a muthafuckin'
What you from?
What don't you ever
When the shit goes
You the one to run
Everytime you
Got a mouth full of
Only you done
Is to church wit'cha mama
B-Real's
You got the
Swingi' of fmy
Cube
yourself niga, huh!
Give a
You a killa
You a

Bitch made
I never ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes you can't figure out where you're from
Are you South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's
Now he's all in guts
You wannabe him
But you got no
If he's the
You must be the queen of the
But I shank the fat neck
'Cause "A Iz A Bitch"
And a don't get no respect
No
Connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your are down wit' my clique
Why you always gotta be my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my
But yours is get a blood test for your kid
bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama let you hang
With g niggaz
Bring clique on
You wanna
So let's get it on (bullets for chingazos, ese!)
10
I gibe you a
I
You'll realize that you're fucked
And run to me
You pretty trick
You real sweet (Mmmm!)
I should you one of my hoes like
was for Eazy
Doughboy, fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no Scarface movie land bullshit
Actor, studio
You win an award
For outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you through
What going through
East family, nigga
What you do?

Eastside!
That's nigga!
muthafuckin' side
we die, nigga!
Fuck all you ass niggaz!
187
10 187
Any other unk ass
Who wanna take beat
187
We hit up like that
We bicoastal,
Cypress Hill
Niggaz recognize
We to chastise
Nigga, hoo
That's how we hoo ride
No love for of ya'll punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, coast
We give a fuck
Talk get shot, nigga
That's how we feel,
get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Hill
Yeah, I you knew nigga
I muthafucka
How does that sound
Cypress Family
They're gonna all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got the fuck out man)
(Cypress Hill sample: here is you can't understand
How I could just a man...)