Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

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

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

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

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

than the rest of my gear, when 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 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' police
like to take me out make me a goner

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

The fires are out but the coals are hot
I got to bring pain, you tryin' to fuck
the Ice, are you insane?
This shit is bigger me, be warned

It's the calm before the
And every fuckin' thing I
Is gonna be by somebody white

Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T
Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' 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 ain't to laugh
I ain't to cry, but every night of the week
One of my homies die, eeny meeny moe
Blood's pourin' out the naps of your

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

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

Street crime, that's the I bring
Ice T, I rap sing, they it controversy
I call it with no mercy
The beats are Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make crack

Not made for squares or the punks
That made the 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 that's it, I'm explainin' the shit
You just makin' me the next duck
Reporter might get hit a blackjack
Plus every one of my fans totally understands
A nigga me

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

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