Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's time to 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 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 that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, jumped in my
his bitch an autograph

Syndicate boy, I fool out
You're full grown, out
You try to diss? I think you better 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 dollar signs collected
punks, I said it

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if they with you, then your crew too
I never diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good
But if you diss me to my face,

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

Record 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 on my wall

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

on a mega-villan
You must a pine box to go chill in
deep, creep, no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch 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 a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints? Yes, I used

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

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

I in privacy, don't 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 that's a mistake, with tha syndicate you mess
I hope punk reporters 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 an equal
You reply to my diss, this is called a

I reply to your diss, is called a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
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 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