Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

Yeah, 1993, I'm back motherfucker, is Ice T
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin'
Yeah, up here in the ammo studios I got my
Nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the place
the mixin' boards, we about to do dis shit like this here

It's goin' down tonight in L.A. buckshot and spray
Microphone blowa, the bitch
The ho Ice motherfuckin' T

step to me but grab ya hoes quick
'Cause the throwin' that crazy dick
motherfuckers run up you'll get done up
We'll have ass gunned up before sun up

So the color I'm raggin'?
Been a for years still saggin'
Left pocket's with the ?
.380 in my right so it a little bit

More the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips
Bust lips and jaws, 'cause I love to loc up
So motherfucker don't choke up
you're talkin' to me

Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T
Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T

Bush, Quayle and got a problem with me
The motheruckin' T, I give less than a about
Any of them or their fuckin' friends
They'd like to me out make me a goner

They tryin' to sweat Time Warner, why?
For tellin' the truth to the
a lot of motherfuckers are hot
And want police shot? You can't the shock?

The fires are out but the are still hot
I got juice to bring pain, you to fuck
the Ice, are you insane?
This shit is bigger than me, be

It's the before the storm
And fuckin' thing I write
Is gonna be by somebody white

Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T
Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T

Run motherfucker, hide
Rip motherfucker, die
You don't give and you won't get loved
You don't and you won't get shoved

No joke, I ain't to laugh
I ain't here to cry, but every of the week
One of my die, eeny meeny mynie moe
Blood's pourin' out the of your afro

It be you, could be you
Could be you, could be your whole damn
It happens real quick, tires
thing you're hit, your body's cold

Your hot, you feel your chest
You gasp for breath, you're
And now your is trippin'
Lookin' for a gat to put they in

Street crime, the thing I bring
Ice T, I rap sing, they call it
I call it truth with no
The beats are phat Ammo tracks
The kind that make speakers

Not for squares or the weak punks
That the bump trunks
Press, get the out my fuckin' face
I ain't got no more to waste

A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a is a nigga
And that's it, I'm explainin' the shit
You just makin' me the next duck
might get hit with a blackjack
Plus every one of my true fans understands
A nigga me

Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T
Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T

Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T
Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T