Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

Yeah, 1993, I'm motherfucker, this is Ice T
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin'
Yeah, up here in the ammo studios I got my
Nigga Aladdin, in the motherfuckin' place
Behind the mixin' boards, we about to do dis shit like this

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

Nigga step to me but grab ya 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 what's the I'm raggin'?
Been a millionaire for years still
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 motherfucker don't up
When you're 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 a fuck about
Any of them or their fuckin' police
They'd like to me out make me a goner

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

The are out but the coals are still hot
I got juice to bring pain, you to fuck
With the Ice, are you
shit is bigger than me, be warned

It's the calm the storm
And every thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by somebody

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

Run motherfucker, motherfucker
Rip motherfucker, die
You don't love and you won't get loved
You don't push and you get shoved

No joke, I here to laugh
I here to cry, but every night of the week
One of my homies die, eeny meeny moe
Blood's out the naps of your afro

It be you, could be you
be you, could be your whole damn crew
It happens real quick, screechin'
Next thing you're hit, your body's

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

Street crime, the thing I bring
Ice T, I rap sing, call it controversy
I call it truth with no
The beats are phat Ammo tracks
The kind that speakers crack

Not made for squares or the punks
made the bump trunks
Press, get the out my fuckin' face
I ain't got no time to waste

A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a
And it, I'm through explainin' the shit
You makin' me backtrack the next duck
might get hit with a blackjack
Plus every one of my fans totally understands
A like me

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

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