Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

Yeah, 1993, I'm motherfucker, this 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 to do dis shit like this here

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

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

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

More than the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I clips
lips 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 got a problem with me
The T, I give less than a fuck about
Any of them or fuckin' police friends
They'd like to me out make me a goner

They even to sweat Time 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 bring pain, you to fuck
With the Ice, are you
This shit is than me, be warned

It's the before the storm
And every thing I write
Is be analyzed by somebody white

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

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

Your body's hot, you feel your
You for breath, you're shot
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 with no mercy
The beats are Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make speakers

Not made for or the weak punks
That the bump 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 the shit
You just makin' me backtrack the duck
Reporter get hit with a blackjack
Plus every one of my true fans totally
A nigga me

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

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