Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's time to out
You've dug your own grave, now you climb out
Dig out, crawl out, from the fallout
'Cause I get mad, I go all out

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

Off my mic blast, you run fast
The last punk 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 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 cold be rejected but now I'm respected
And now ears 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, then crew too
I never diss an emcee, I wish 'em all luck
But if you me to my face, duck

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

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

Gold in my fingers, in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', 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 will
the next night with your bitch I'll sleep

Take it

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

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

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

I live in privacy, don't like suckers me
News reporters, some think they can for me
Lies, misquotes, all my words around
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get down

They get money for publicity
They don't twice, about dissin' me
But that's a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't
I hope punk reporters wear vests

Take that

Now, the words I speak to may sound radical
But I'll explain, it's simply
You diss, I diss, is creates an equal
You reply to my diss, this is 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 the direct route

I write lyrics clear, to leave no
Don't even have to say who I'm about
You who you are, you just 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 vapors