Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

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

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

Styles guns my wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking one, bucking down two
Bucking down crew, mutha fuck 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 five mag, got you runnin' like a fag

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

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

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

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

So what's up
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get
Your mom's 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 three suckas me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha I'm rich

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

Got any last

Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a black
Sit back, ain't to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real
Mama raised no suckers

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

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

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

United we stand, divided we
They can shoot one but they can't take us all
Let's get along with the
And we can all have peace on the again

Imagine that if it took
Keeping the off their white fakes
I ain't racist but let's places
Trace the 'n face it

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