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 mixin' boards, we about to do dis like this here

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

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

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

More than the 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 motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T
Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T

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

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

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

the calm before the storm
And fuckin' thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by 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 get loved
You push and you won't get shoved

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

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

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

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

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

A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a
And that's it, I'm explainin' the shit
You just me backtrack the next duck
Reporter might get hit with a
Plus every one of my true fans totally
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 T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T