Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice cooler than the coldest cube,
And I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get rude
background, it's time to get down
I use a silencer, like the loud sound

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

boy, I don't fool out
You're full grown, out
You try to diss? I you better cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we 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 signs I've collected
punks, I said it

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if agree with you, then 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, lock it on the
and IZ dog the track, then we drop it

Record stores rock it, stock it, buy it
People that never heard of try it
you try to diss? You got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my

in my fingers, gold in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', gold's 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
deep, creep, no one will weep
'Cause the next with your bitch I'll sleep

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 have a 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 hard but still a new jack
But shit, you're sure to get heard cracked

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

I live in privacy, don't like hawking me
News reporters, some they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat

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

Take that

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

I reply to your diss, is called a battle
Not intelligent, not very
So I don't battle, I just put out
A line is always the direct route

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

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