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

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

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

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

than the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips
Bust and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker 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 give less a fuck about
Any of or their fuckin' police friends
They'd like to take me out me a goner

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

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 bigger than me, be

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

Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice 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 don't and you won't get shoved

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

It could be you, be you
Could be you, could be your damn crew
It happens quick, screechin' tires
Next thing you're hit, your cold

Your body's hot, you feel chest
You gasp for breath, you're
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, call it controversy
I call it with no mercy
The are phat Ammo Dump tracks
The kind make speakers crack

Not for squares or the weak punks
That made the bump
Press, get the fuck out my face
I ain't got no more 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 makin' me backtrack the duck
Reporter might get hit a blackjack
every one of my true fans totally understands
A like me

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

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