Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

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

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

Nigga step to me but ya hoes quick
'Cause the Syndicate's throwin' that dick
Punk motherfuckers run up get done up
We'll have your ass gunned up sun up

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

More than the rest of my gear, I'm on tour I empty clips
Bust and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up
So motherfucker 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 a fuck about
Any of or their fuckin' police friends
They'd like to take me out make me a

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

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

It's the calm before the
And every 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 give love and you won't get loved
You don't and you won't get shoved

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

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

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

Street crime, that's the thing I
Ice T, I rap sing, call it controversy
I call it truth with no
The beats are phat Ammo tracks
The kind that make speakers

Not made for squares or the punks
made the bump trunks
Press, get the fuck out my 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 through the shit
You just me backtrack the next duck
Reporter might get hit a blackjack
Plus one of my true fans totally understands
A like 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