Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

Syndicate boy, I don't out
full grown, school's out
You try to I think you better cool out
'Cause your is smoke, if we ever duel out

This jam is directed, to all of who expected
For me to be rejected but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are infected with signs 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 diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

My style don't ramble, you gamble
With your grill, I got a fist like an
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 gold on my neck and gold on my

in my fingers, gold in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', what you hear
Toy, this Christmas, no time to play
I no child, punk, you'll get sprayed

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

Take it

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

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

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

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 they'll get down

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

Take that

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

I to your diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not very
So I don't battle, I just put out
A straight is always the direct 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 jockin' my
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and catch