Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice than the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get
Criminal background, it's to get down
I use a silencer, don't like the sound

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

Syndicate boy, I don't out
full grown, school's out
You try to diss? I you better cool out
'Cause butt 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 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 diss an emcee, I 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

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

Record stores rock it, it, fans buy it
People that never heard of try it
Then you try to 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 what you
Toy, this ain't Christmas, no to play
I ain't no child, punk, get sprayed

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

Take it

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

I here to boast, I don't do that
I talk it's straight dope, pure facts
I rock hard but called a new jack
But talk shit, sure to get heard 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
use my phone for the damn bugs

I live in privacy, like suckers hawking me
News reporters, think they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my around
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get down

They get for hype-type publicity
They think twice, about 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 creates an
You reply to my diss, this is called a

I reply to your diss, this is called a
Not intelligent, not very
So I don't battle, I just put out
A straight line is 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 my records are million sellers

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