Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

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

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

Styles guns my Uzzie a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking two
Bucking down your crew, fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, but black

'Cause god damn its a brand new
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did for a nigga
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you like a fag

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

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

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

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

So up Punk
You what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Your mom's fuck her, bust her
Bitch screaming to me and I'll dust 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 I'm rich

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

Got any last

Now they're after me, why? a niggas black
Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a back
Let 'em come to a real mutha-fucker
ain't raised no suckers

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

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

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

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

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

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