Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

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

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

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

So the color I'm raggin'?
a millionaire for years still saggin'
Left pocket's stuffed 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 lips and break jaws, I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker don't up
you're talkin' to me

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

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

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

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

the calm before the storm
And every thing I write
Is be analyzed by somebody white

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

Run motherfucker, hide
Rip motherfucker, die
You don't give and you won't get loved
You don't push and you won't get

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

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

Your hot, you feel your chest
You gasp for breath, shot
And now your homies is
Lookin' for a gat to put clip in

Street crime, the thing I bring
Ice T, I rap sing, they it controversy
I it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Dump tracks
The kind that make crack

Not for squares or the weak punks
That the bump trunks
Press, get the fuck out my 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 just me backtrack the next duck
Reporter get hit with a blackjack
Plus every one of my true fans understands
A nigga me

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

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