Luyện nghe bài hát O.G. Original Gangster

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

Didn't kicked the pure facts
Motherfuckers got scared they was unprepaired
Who would tell it how it was? Who dared?
A motherfucker from the coast L.A. south central fool
the crips and the bloods play
When I wrote about it didn't fit
Six in the mornin' was the real shit

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When I wrote about parties always died
When I tried to happy yo I knew I lied
'Cause I lived a life of crime why ya blind?
A simple and anyone with two cents would know
I'm a hardcore from he streets
Rappin' hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats
A different than the average though
Jet you the fast lane drop ya on death row

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

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

We even count the girls
they got my back 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 wit's as as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type
I'm Ice T, the original

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So step to me if you think you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof? mine's goin' right through
This ain't no game to me, it's hollow to me
Without respect streets
So I don't claim be the hardest on earth
Catch me slippin', I can even get worked but I don't that often
There's a coffin waitin' for the brother who off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down, a look around
All them can be found

They talk a mean fight but like hoes
I'm south central, fool where everything goes
Snatch you out car so fast you'll get whiplash
Numbers on roof top for when the copters pass
Gang bangers carry no switch blades
kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed week in a crack war

tied up and shot 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 about fun and the good times
But the pen yanks away and explodes and the rhyme
it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun

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