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
Nigga Aladdin, in the motherfuckin' place
Behind the mixin' boards, we about to do dis shit like here

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

Nigga step to me but ya hoes quick
'Cause the throwin' that crazy dick
Punk run up you'll get done up
We'll your ass gunned up before sun up

So what's the color I'm
Been a millionaire for still saggin'
Left pocket's with the ?
.380 in my right so it sags a 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 don't choke up
When 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 fuckin' friends
They'd like to 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 shot? You can't the shock?

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

the calm before the storm
And every fuckin' I write
Is gonna be by somebody white

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

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

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

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

body's 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, call it controversy
I call it truth with no
The beats are phat Ammo Dump
The kind that make crack

Not for squares or the weak punks
That made the bump
Press, get the fuck out my face
I got no more 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 makin' me the next duck
Reporter might get hit a blackjack
Plus one of my true fans totally understands
A like me

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

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