Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

Yeah, 1993, I'm back motherfucker, is Ice T
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin'
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 tonight in L.A. buckshot and Uzis
Microphone blowa, the checka
The ho Ice motherfuckin' T

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

So the color I'm raggin'?
Been a millionaire for years still
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
lips and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker choke up
you're talkin' to me

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

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

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

The fires are out but the are still 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 be analyzed by somebody white

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

Run motherfucker, hide
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 here to
I ain't here to cry, but every night of the
One of my homies die, meeny mynie moe
Blood's out the naps of your afro

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

Your body's hot, you feel chest
You for breath, you're shot
And now your homies is
Lookin' for a gat to put they in

crime, that's the thing I bring
Ice T, I rap sing, they it controversy
I it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo Dump
The kind make speakers crack

Not made for squares or the weak
That made the trunks
Press, get the fuck out my face
I ain't got no more to waste

A ho is a ho, a is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it, I'm explainin' the shit
You just makin' me backtrack the next
Reporter might get hit with a
Plus one of my true fans totally understands
A nigga me

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

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