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 the fallout
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 to get down
I use a silencer, like the loud 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

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

This jam is directed, to all of who expected
For me to cold be rejected but now I'm highly
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 you, then your crew too
I never an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

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

Record rock it, stock 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

in my fingers, gold in my ear
When 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 want a pine box to go in
Buried deep, creep, no one weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch sleep

Take it

I ain't East coast, West coast, new 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 ain't here to boast, I do that
When I it's straight dope, pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new
But talk shit, you're 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 boy's
use my phone for the damn bugs

I live in privacy, like suckers hawking me
News reporters, some they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words
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 you shoudn't mess
I hope those punk reporters wear

Take that

Now, the words I speak to some may sound
But I'll explain, it's simply
You diss, I diss, this is an equal
You reply to my diss, this is called a

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

I write lyrics clear, to no doubt
Don't even 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 my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and catch