Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin'
The you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin'
The nigga you to hate
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 wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, down two
down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, but black

god damn its a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, did nothing for a nigga
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the forty mag, got you runnin' like a fag

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got any wordz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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