Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, time to rhyme out
You've dug own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, crawl out, from the fallout
when 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, it's time to get
I use a silencer, don't like the sound

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

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

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

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if agree with 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 an anvil
I write a record, it on the topic
Evil and IZ dog the track, then we it

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

Gold in my fingers, in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', 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 want a box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one weep
'Cause the next night with bitch I'll sleep

Take it

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

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

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

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

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

Take that

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

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

I write lyrics clear, to leave no
even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you just
'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