Luyện nghe bài hát O.G. Original Gangster

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Ten years ago I to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way they the mic at the disco
I how that shit was goin' down
Dreamt about the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write somethin' like them
My said, That ain't you Ice
That shit sounds like them so I sat back up a new track

Didn't fantasize the pure facts
got scared 'cause they was unprepaired
Who tell it how it really was? Who dared?
A motherfucker from the west L.A. south central fool
Where the and the bloods play
I wrote about parties it didn't fit
Six in the that was the real shit

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When I wrote about parties someone always
When I tried to write happy yo I I lied
'Cause I lived a life of why play ya blind?
A simple look and anyone with two would know
I'm a player from he streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum
A little different than the average
Jet you through the lane drop ya on death row

'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so
On the fast track that invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint you'll be out feet first
So I blast the mic with my
Sometimes I'm ill the times buck wild
But the science is always
I'd be a true if I acted like I didn't care
I rap for just like myself
Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme

But I it to you hard and real
One move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel
But when it to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I it
This ain't no fuckin' this shit is real to me, I'm Ice T
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Two weeks ago I was out at the
Two brothers stepped up to me and
"Hey yo, Ice we don't you're down what set ya claimin'?
He drew the Glock, yo my aimin'
Dumb try to roll on me
Please I'm protected by a MC's
And hoodlums and hustlers and with Jeri Curls

We won't even the girls
'Cause they got my and I got theirs too
Fight for the when I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a nigga but they just figure
What my as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not everyday-type prankster
I'm Ice T, the original

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So step to me if you that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' through
This ain't no game to me, it's fame to me
respect from streets
So I don't claim be the motherfucker on earth
Catch me slippin', I can even get but I don't slip that often
There's a coffin for the brother who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down, take a look
All pussies can be found

They a mean fight but fight like hoes
I'm south central, fool where everything goes
you out your car so fast you'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top for the copters pass
Gang bangers don't no switch blades
Every got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade
Thirty-seven last week in a crack war

Hostages tied up and in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck
The children to go to school
Well, moms, good luck 'cause the shit's up bad
I use my pad and pen and my lyrics out mad
I try to write about fun and the times
But the pen away and explodes and destroys the rhyme
Maybe just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun

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