Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice cooler than the coldest cube,
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get
Criminal background, time to get down
I use a silencer, don't like the loud

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

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 be rejected but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are infected with dollar signs I've
Jealous punks, I it

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if they with you, then your crew too
I never diss an emcee, I wish 'em all 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, it on the topic
and IZ dog the track, then we drop it

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

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

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

Take it

I ain't East coast, coast, new style or old style
You wanna know me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might a bruised 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 but still called a new jack
But talk shit, sure to get heard cracked

I drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled 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, some they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, all my words around
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat

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

Take personal

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

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

I lyrics clear, to leave no doubt
even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you jealous
you hear my records 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