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 here in the ammo dump I got my
Nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin'
Behind the boards, we about to do dis shit like this here

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

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

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

More than the rest of my gear, when I'm on I empty clips
Bust and break 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 motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T

Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a with me
The T, I give less than a fuck about
Any of them or their police friends
like to take me out make me a goner

They even to sweat Time Warner, why?
For tellin' the to the youth
a lot of motherfuckers are hot
And want police shot? You stop the shock?

The fires are out but the are still hot
I got juice to bring pain, you tryin' to
With the Ice, are you
This shit is than me, be warned

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

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

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

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

It could be you, be you
be you, could be your whole damn crew
It happens quick, screechin' tires
Next you're hit, your body's cold

Your body's hot, you feel your
You gasp for breath, shot
And now homies is trippin'
Lookin' for a gat to put they in

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

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

A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a is a nigga
And that's it, I'm through explainin' the
You just me backtrack the next duck
Reporter might get hit with a
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