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

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

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

Syndicate boy, I fool out
You're full grown, 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 who expected
For me to cold be rejected but now I'm respected
And now their are infected with dollar signs I've collected
punks, I said it

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if they agree with you, your crew too
I diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

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

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

Gold in my fingers, in my ear
When this spinnin', gold's 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 pine box to go in
Buried deep, creep, no one weep
'Cause the night with your bitch I'll sleep

Take it

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

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

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

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

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

Take that

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

I reply to your diss, is called a battle
Not intelligent, not very
So I don't battle, I just put out
A straight line is the direct route

I write lyrics clear, to no doubt
even have to say who I'm speakin' 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 my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and catch