Luyện nghe bài hát Iced Out

(Nickatina)
Man the diamondback eagle that's legal to kick it evil
Bullets from behind wit peoples
I the whole serengeti fefetti and lucaccini
Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the genie
State the state and face the face the bass
The rap the the rhyme the weight the god the sign
The rom of don of spawn of khan, now whatchu doin' there
Rap til I steal-her illa with alligator blood veins
Me and a pisces hit the drug
on steak in the late night, tiger get your brain right
Dickey get the tight, 'den fuck em all
Hear me and you'll never forget
I'm like a caridagate, or better yet I got ready to spit
Hot raps that burn and yearn fuck it wait your turn
You'll get cut in line
Man I by the sword and die by the gun
And not give a fuck and why? 'cause I'm
Raps that backtrack and the sky ask me why
Check if you to die
Shit a Rip Van ebeneezer
Kill the plea ya kill the tea ya to ease the pain
That scarred the game on brain, sigh
Now a cold mother fucker, iced out.

(Chorus)
What's that in your homie? Iced out.
What's that in your homie? Iced out.
Do you disrespect the game Ya iced out.
Do the heart men deserve to die?

What's that in ring homie? Iced out.
What's in your chain homie? Iced out.
Do you the game homie? Ya iced out.
Do the coldest heart men deserve to

(Equipto)
You wanna get in my mix man? I really that
'cause I'm hard to swallow a mouth full of crack
And I'm hard to follow like a cheetah on
And I'm hard to like the lock on a safe
In a federal bank so don't try to hack this
Maxed stay the bass, I'ma be frank
If you crack the code then crack your face
And if I catch ya case won't set the date for the trial
I'ma put you under the ground and in 10 years
You'll be food for a cow how you like me now just kumody
I got Andre Nicky up in 214
And like a newport bean I had to ask for
To my goals and make my dreams my reality
And what I got, I got on a salary
Makin' an wage off this game that we play
For wonder bread and ground
A ticket to a meal to me that sweet
So we bring the until the meat gets cooked
Or til the deed gets took or to comes first

(Chorus)

(Nickatina)
Man the way I blaze the blueberry it's I'm in the military
Gotta have a tiger fire everytime
I spits like a cobra rare anaconda boa keep my pictures
Man the lexus 4 door, trips to morocco, in in soho, trinity and coco
See ya, and run ya like a red and when it turns green
I hit the weed, the speed
Man it's so don doda, like harry potter
Take it over like did the cartah, projects
High tech low tech the spread? I might say go Jets, Nickatina
The freight at hells gates pain
you know standing there fuckin a gun range
And I do it for the the lords all the kings
The that brang the dream and all the gleam
Hit like a conioni with the mac in my blood
And not a macaroni,
Party til I die nigga, some why nigga
But that's the mindstate when you gettin' nigga
Set me up to cut things I'm a mustang
Ready to rush-bust tough

(Chorus)