Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no out, it's time to rhyme out
You've dug your own grave, now you climb out
Dig out, crawl out, hide from the
when 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, don't the loud sound

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

boy, I don't fool out
You're grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you cool out
'Cause your is smoke, if we ever duel out

jam is directed, to all of those who expected
For me to be rejected but now I'm highly respected
And now ears are infected with dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks, I it

Take a

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

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

Record stores rock it, it, fans buy it
People that never of Ice-T try it
Then you try to 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, ain't Christmas, no time to play
I no child, punk, you'll get sprayed

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

Take it

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

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

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

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

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

Take that

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

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

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 records are million

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