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 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 spray
Microphone blowa, the checka
The ho wrecka Ice T

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

More than the rest of my gear, when I'm on I empty clips
Bust lips and jaws, 'cause I love to loc up
So motherfucker don't choke 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 fuckin' police friends
They'd like to take me out make me a

They tryin' to sweat Time Warner, why?
For the truth to the youth
That a lot of are hot
And want police shot? You can't 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 than me, be

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

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

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

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

crime, that's the thing I bring
Ice T, I rap sing, call it controversy
I call it truth no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo tracks
The kind make speakers crack

Not made for or the weak punks
That made the bump
Press, get the fuck out my fuckin'
I got no more time to waste

A ho is a ho, a is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it, I'm through the shit
You just me backtrack the next duck
Reporter might get hit a blackjack
Plus one of my true fans totally understands
A like me

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

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