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

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

step to me but grab ya hoes quick
'Cause the Syndicate's throwin' that 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 for years still saggin'
Left pocket's with the ?
.380 in my right so it a little bit

More than the rest of my gear, I'm on tour I empty clips
Bust 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 T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T

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

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

The fires are out but the are still hot
I got to bring pain, you tryin' to fuck
With the Ice, are you
This is bigger than me, be warned

It's the calm the storm
And every thing 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 and you won't get shoved

No joke, I here to laugh
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 whole damn
It happens quick, screechin' tires
thing you're hit, your body's cold

Your body's hot, you feel chest
You gasp for breath, 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 it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo tracks
The that make speakers crack

Not for squares or the weak punks
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 bitch is a bitch, a is a nigga
And it, I'm through explainin' the shit
You just makin' me the next duck
Reporter get hit with a blackjack
Plus every one of my true fans 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 T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T