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 from the
'Cause I get mad, I go all out

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

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

Syndicate boy, I don't out
You're grown, school's 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 be rejected but now I'm highly respected
And now their are infected with dollar signs I've 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 an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

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

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

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

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

Take it

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

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

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

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

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

Take personal

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, this is called a

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

I write lyrics clear, to no doubt
Don't 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 your whole crew is my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and catch