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

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

'Cause god damn its a new payback
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 mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty 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 niggas hate me but can't fade me
Stop me, clock me, wanna glock me
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't me

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

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

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

Got any last

Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a niggas
Sit back, afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come to a real mutha-fucker
ain't 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 rednecks all the
Feel a real nigga if he ain't and chained

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

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

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

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

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