Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

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

It's goin' down tonight in L.A. and Uzis spray
Microphone blowa, the checka
The ho wrecka Ice T

step to me but grab ya hoes quick
'Cause the Syndicate's throwin' crazy dick
Punk run up you'll get done up
We'll your ass gunned up before sun up

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

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

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

Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a with me
The motheruckin' T, I give less than a fuck
Any of or their fuckin' police friends
They'd like to take me out me a goner

even 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 coals are hot
I got juice to bring pain, you tryin' to
the Ice, are you insane?
This shit is bigger me, be warned

the calm before the storm
And every thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by white

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

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

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

It could be you, be you
Could be you, be your whole damn crew
It real quick, screechin' tires
Next thing you're hit, your cold

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

Street crime, that's the thing I
Ice T, I rap sing, they call it
I it truth with no mercy
The beats are Ammo Dump tracks
The that make speakers crack

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

A ho is a ho, a is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And it, I'm through explainin' the shit
You just makin' me backtrack the next
Reporter might get hit with a
Plus every one of my fans totally understands
A nigga me

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

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