Luyện nghe bài hát O.G. Original Gangster

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

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

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

'Cause anybody who's there knows that life ain't so lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint you'll be comin' out feet
So I blast the mic with my
I'm ill the other times buck wild
But the science is there
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 wealth

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

We won't even the girls
'Cause got my back and I got theirs too
Fight for the streets when I'm on or Donahue
try to sweat a nigga but they just didn't figure
What my wit's as as a hair trigger
"He's not your prankster
I'm Ice T, the gangster

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So to me if you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right
This ain't no game to me, hollow fame to me
Without from streets
So I don't claim be the motherfucker on earth
Catch me slippin', I can even get worked but I slip that often
There's a coffin waitin' for the brother who comes off when
The real fuckin' goes down, take a look around
All them pussies can be

They talk a mean but fight like hoes
I'm from south central, where everything goes
you out your car so fast you'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top for the copters pass
bangers don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a 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 about fun and the good times
But the pen yanks and explodes and destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun

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