Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

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

Yo, here the nigga with the ruff, terror
The paranoid, to get the boy
Get your steel 'cuz I feel a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of

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

'Cause god damn its a new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a
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, your mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars

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

Oh, to the fuckin' G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they fade me
me, clock me, cops 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
With a scope, dough, keep the rope
Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob

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

Pops got the LP phat, on hit
Laid by the mutha fuckin'
Ninety suckas want me to go out
the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich

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

Got any wordz

Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a niggas
Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a triggar
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 rednecks all the
Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and

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

on, the next real nigga fall dead
Dred, Curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to
What niggas to do is start loc'in up

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

that if it took place
Keeping the off their white fakes
I ain't racist but let's trade
the hate 'n face it

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