Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice than the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
Criminal background, time to get down
I use a silencer, like the loud sound

Off my mic blast, you run fast
The last punk that popped junk
Spit on his grave, laughed, jumped in my
Signed his bitch an

Syndicate boy, I fool out
full grown, school's out
You try to I think you better cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we duel out

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

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if they agree you, then your crew too
I never diss an emcee, I '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 a record, lock it on the topic
Evil and IZ dog the track, then we it

stores rock it, stock it, fans buy it
People that heard of Ice-T try it
Then you try to You got gall
I got gold on my neck and on my wall

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

Illin' on a
You must a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one will
'Cause the next night with your bitch sleep

Take it

I ain't coast, West coast, new style or old style
You wanna know about me? Check files
Get out my face or you might have a one
Brass knuckle prints? Yes, I some

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

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

I live in privacy, like suckers hawking me
reporters, some think they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, all my words around
But if I catch'em on the street get beat down

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

Take that

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

I reply to diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
So I battle, I just put heads out
A line is always the direct route

I write lyrics clear, to no doubt
Don't have to say who I'm speakin' about
You who you are, you just jealous
'Cause you 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