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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's the calm the storm
And every thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by somebody

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

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

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

It could be you, be you
Could be you, could be your whole crew
It happens real quick, screechin'
Next thing hit, your body's cold

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

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

Not made for squares or the punks
That the bump trunks
Press, get the fuck out my fuckin'
I got no more time to waste

A ho is a ho, a is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it, I'm through explainin' the
You just me backtrack the next duck
Reporter might get hit a blackjack
Plus every one of my true 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