Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice than the coldest cube, dude
And I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get rude
Criminal background, it's time to get
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
Signed his an autograph

boy, I don't fool out
You're full grown, out
You try to diss? I think you better out
your butt is smoke, if we ever duel out

This jam is directed, to all of those who
For me to cold be rejected but now I'm highly
And now their ears are infected with dollar signs collected
Jealous punks, I it

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if they agree with you, your crew too
I never diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good
But if you diss me to my face,

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

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

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

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

Take it

I East coast, West coast, new style or old style
You know about me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might a bruised one
knuckle prints? Yes, I used some

I ain't here to boast, I don't do
I talk it's straight dope, pure facts
I hard but still called a new jack
But shit, you're sure to get heard cracked

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

I live in privacy, don't suckers hawking me
News reporters, some think they can for me
Lies, misquotes, all my words around
But if I catch'em on the street get beat down

They get money for hype-type
They don't think twice, about me
But that's a mistake, with tha you shoudn't mess
I hope those punk reporters vests

Take personal

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

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

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

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