Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's to rhyme out
You've dug own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, out, hide from the fallout
'Cause I get mad, I go all out

Ice cooler than the cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get
Criminal background, time to get down
I use a silencer, don't the loud sound

Off my mic blast, you run fast
The last that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, in my stretch
his bitch an autograph

Syndicate boy, I don't out
full grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you better out
'Cause your is smoke, if we ever duel out

This jam is directed, to all of who expected
For me to cold be but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are infected with dollar I've collected
punks, I said it

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if they agree with you, your crew too
I diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,

My style don't ramble, you shouldn't
With your grill, I got a fist like an
I write a record, it on the topic
Evil and IZ dog the track, we drop it

Record stores rock it, it, fans buy it
People that never of Ice-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got
I got gold on my and gold on my wall

Gold in my fingers, in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', what you hear
Toy, this Christmas, no time to play
I ain't no child, punk, get sprayed

on a mega-villan
You want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one weep
the next night with your bitch I'll sleep

Take it

I ain't East coast, coast, new style or old style
You know about me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might a bruised one
Brass knuckle Yes, I used some

I ain't here to boast, I do that
When I talk straight dope, pure facts
I rock but still called a new jack
But talk shit, you're sure to get cracked

I don't drink or or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled thugs
L.A.P.D's got all my boy's
use my phone for the damn bugs

I live in privacy, don't like suckers me
News reporters, think they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my around
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get down

They get money for publicity
don't think twice, about dissin' me
But a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't mess
I those punk reporters wear vests

Take that

Now, the I speak to some may sound radical
But explain, it's simply mathematical
You diss, I diss, this is creates an
You reply to my diss, this is called a

I reply to diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
So I don't battle, I put heads out
A straight line is always the route

I write clear, to leave no doubt
Don't have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you jealous
'Cause you hear my are million sellers

Try to say I'm wack, out on the
While your crew is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and vapors