Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

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

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

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

Take a

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

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

Record rock it, stock it, fans buy it
that never heard of Ice-T try it
Then you try to You got gall
I got gold on my neck and 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 time to
I no child, punk, you'll get sprayed

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

Take it

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

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

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

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

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

Take that

Now, the words I to some may sound radical
But I'll explain, it's simply
You diss, I diss, is creates an equal
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 just put out
A straight line is always the route

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

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