Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

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

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 one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, fuck you
Pigs blue, I where black, nothing but black

'Cause god its a brand 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 your jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but
and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for

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

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

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

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

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

Got any last

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

Dan Quayle, don't you know you to get your ass kicked
was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker all the same
Feel a real nigga if he ain't 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 bald
Be prepared for the smoke to
What niggas need to do is loc'in up

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

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

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