Luyện nghe bài hát Izm

Yo, somethin' man, gangsta

Woo, do you wanna wit this guy
Do a on a ninety-five?
Run with them hookers when they payin'
Talk of sex appeal, I was gangsta

Shit, don't wit me
An' in the game I'm as as they come
the knife, baby, outta the sun
Even a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a

Now let's get one thing
You with a nigga, that's liable to catch a case
I'll ya birthday into your worst day
Bitch, I'll have you on a high chase on the first day

Umm, try an' throw, I'm so
This greenery got me sedated, I'm feelin'
life, the life of a robber on chrome wires an' switches
A nigga wit mo' crimes to

A ghetto start
Post it up with the tiny homies in my front yard
A hood pioneer, can't function the smell of gunpowder
An' fryin' in the air

I'm a sheist nigga, check for ice,
Bitch, you got the wrong nigga if you want a nigga
I'm Dub C, a MC, catch me in a MC
On a twenty, bitch, fuck wit me?

Woo, do you pimp wit this guy
Do a buck on a
Run them hookers when they payin' sheen
of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta

Shit, don't wit me
An' in the game I'm as real as come
Threw the knife, baby, the sun
a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a gangsta

Now some bitches don't believe I can spit 'izm
Till wind up wit dick all in 'em
Till they find theyself off denim
Intoxicated, off this

I game, big game, nickname
Insane, Ice Cube spits
Y'all niggaz gone feel it down
feel strange, blah, no brain

I'm a
That how a gangsta do it an' a hoe act
Get off tha if you don't wanna blow dat
'Cuz bitches trip the bulls, act like

Now there's an' tribalism
I'm fuckin' wit survivalism
to the do' is my religion, now wha's yours?
Pray, before I bust

Woo, do you pimp wit this guy
Do a buck on a
Run with them hookers they payin' sheen
Talk of sex-appeal, I was born

Shit, play wit me
An' in the game I'm as real as come
the knife, baby, outta the sun
Even a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a

Woo, la la la,
Woo, la la la, I'm a

Every time I come bitches starin' at me
nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S.C
Wit a L.A. fitted hat an' a fresh tee
flair an' pizzazz but I'm a straight up G

Cocky 'cuz I'm rich, look good an' I it
But I'm confused on to be, a deep boy or poet
Head is mandatory, bitch, so much to blow it
An' if I do for you, I refuse to show it

So if you think I ain't pimpin', man that shit is
I stay hard on 'em, fulla 'izm, whatchu heard
You say you down for me, shit, but that's only
You wanna show me love, bitch, I wanna play wit a

So of the weather, bitch, don't get the chedda'
An' keep Big Daddy ridin' two-three's or
Wood on the dash wit the peanut butta'
An' like that Al Qaeda love, we can up togetha', holla

Woo, do you wanna pimp wit guy
Do a buck on a
Run with them hookers when they sheen
of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta

Shit, play wit me
An' in the game I'm as real as they
Threw the knife, baby, the sun
Even a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a

Woo, la la la,
Woo, la la la, I'm a

'Cuz I'm a