Luyện nghe bài hát Iced Out

(Nickatina)
Man it's the diamondback that's legal to kick it evil
from behind wit your peoples
I serenade the whole serengeti and lucaccini
Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the genie
State the state and face the crop the bass
The rap the the rhyme the weight the god the sign
The rom of don of of khan, now whatchu doin' there khan?
Rap til I steal-her for-real illa with blood veins
Me and a pisces hit the drug
Eatin' on steak in the night, tiger get your brain right
get the game tight, 'den fuck em all
Hear me once and never forget
I'm like a caridagate, or better yet I got this to spit
Hot raps burn and yearn fuck it you'll wait your turn
You'll get cut in everytime
Man I by the sword and die by the gun
And not give a and why? 'cause I'm young
Raps backtrack and crack 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 tiger's brain,
Now a cold mother fucker, iced out.

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

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

(Equipto)
You wanna get in my mix man? I really doubt
'cause I'm hard to swallow like a mouth full of
And I'm hard to follow a cheetah on crank
And I'm hard to break like the on a safe
In a federal bank so don't dare try to hack
Maxed stay the bass, 'cause be frank
If you crack the code then I'ma crack your
And if I catch ya they won't set the date for the trial
'cause I'ma put you under the ground and in 10
You'll be food for a cow how you me now just like kumody
'cause I got Andre up in 214
And like a newport I had to ask for green
To my goals and make my dreams my reality
And I got, I got killaz 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 sounds
So we bring the heat until the meat cooked
Or til the deed gets or to whichever comes first

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)