Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

Ice in the mutha-fuckin' house
The you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the house
The you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the house

Yo, here comes the nigga the ruff, terror
The paranoid, to get the boy
Get your steel 'cuz I like a headbanger
Yah, I got a of shits

Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a ton
down one, bucking down two
Bucking your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I black, nothing but black

'Cause god damn its a new payback
Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin' a fag

So, keep mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but
Crakers and dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars

Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin'
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house

Oh, to the fuckin' G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they fade me
Stop me, clock me, wanna glock me
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, can't stop me

Uhh, am I a G, I got
Banged in my youth, keep on the roof
a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope
Tupac string a up, hit the mob dope

So up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get
Your mom's crying her, bust her
Bitch start screaming to me and I'll her

got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha Bobcat
Ninety suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm

Tupac's in the mutha house
Tupac's in the fuckin' house
Tupac's in the fuckin' house
in the mutha fuckin' house

Got any wordz

Now they're me, why? 'Cuz a niggas black
Sit back, afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em step to a real mutha-fucker
Mama ain't raised no

Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass
Where was you there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker all the same
Feel a real if he ain't balled and chained

That's why we burn shit and
the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a life

It's on, the next real nigga fall
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or bald
Be prepared for the smoke to
What need to do is start loc'in up

we stand, divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga but they take us all
Let's get along with the
And we can all have peace on the sets

Imagine that if it took
Keeping the smile off their fakes
I racist but let's trade places
the hate 'n face it

One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four
And them niggas teach more
And when we blast that'll be the blast you've heard
And them is my last