Luyện nghe bài hát O.G. Original Gangster

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

fantasize kicked the pure facts
Motherfuckers got scared 'cause 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 mornin' that was the shit

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When I wrote about parties someone died
When I tried to write happy yo I I lied
I lived a life of crime why play ya blind?
A look and anyone with two cents would know
I'm a hardcore player he streets
Rappin' bout hardcore over hardcore drum beats
A little than the average though
Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on row

'Cause anybody who's been there knows that ain't so lovely
On the fast track that invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint be comin' 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 sucker if I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like
Dazed by the game in a quest for wealth

But I kick it to you and real
One wrong move, and you caps
I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Comic
But when it comes to game I'm
At droppin' it point blank and untwisted
No needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no fuckin' this shit is real to me, I'm Ice T
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Two ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers up to me and said
"Hey yo, Ice we don't think down what set ya claimin'?
He drew the Glock, yo my aimin'
Dumb motherfucker try to on me
Please I'm protected by a MC's
And and hustlers and bangers with Jeri Curls

We won't count the girls
'Cause they got my and I got theirs too
for the streets 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 everyday-type prankster
I'm Ice T, the gangster

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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 fame 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 slip that
There's a coffin for the brother who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down, take a around
All them can be found

They a mean fight but fight like hoes
I'm from south central, where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so you'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top for the copters pass
Gang bangers carry no switch blades
Every got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade
killed last week in a crack war

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

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