Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

Yeah, 1993, I'm motherfucker, this is Ice T
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin'
Yeah, up in the ammo dump studios I got my
Nigga Aladdin, 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 Ice motherfuckin' T

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

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

More than the rest of my gear, I'm on tour I empty clips
Bust lips and break jaws, I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker choke up
When talkin' to me

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

Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem me
The motheruckin' T, I give than a fuck about
Any of them or their police friends
They'd to take me out make me a goner

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

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

It's the calm before the
And every fuckin' I write
Is gonna be analyzed by white

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

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

No joke, I here to laugh
I here to cry, but every night of the week
One of my homies die, eeny mynie moe
Blood's pourin' out the of your afro

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

Your body's hot, you your chest
You gasp for breath, you're
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 it controversy
I it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Dump tracks
The kind that make crack

Not made for squares or the punks
made 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 that's it, I'm through the shit
You just makin' me backtrack the duck
Reporter might get hit with a
Plus one of my true fans totally understands
A nigga me

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

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