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

It's goin' down tonight in L.A. and Uzis spray
blowa, the bitch 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 get done up
have your ass gunned up before sun up

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

More than the rest of my gear, 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 T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T
Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T

Bush, and Clinton got a problem with me
The motheruckin' T, I give less than a about
Any of them or their fuckin' friends
They'd like to 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 stop 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 than me, be warned

It's the before the storm
And every fuckin' I write
Is gonna be 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 don't push and you won't get

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

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

Your hot, you feel your chest
You for breath, you're shot
And now homies is trippin'
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 truth no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo tracks
The kind make speakers crack

Not made for squares or the weak
That made the bump
Press, get the fuck out my fuckin'
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 through the shit
You just makin' me backtrack the next
Reporter might get hit with a
every one of my true fans totally understands
A like me

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

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