Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice cooler than the 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 punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, in my stretch
his bitch an autograph

Syndicate boy, I don't out
You're grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you cool out
your butt 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 highly
And now their ears are 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 never diss an emcee, I 'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,

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

Record stores rock it, it, fans buy it
People that never of Ice-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got
I got gold on my neck and 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 ain't no child, punk, you'll get

on a mega-villan
You must want a box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one will
'Cause the 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 or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle Yes, I used some

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

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

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

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

Take that

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

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

I write clear, to leave no doubt
even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you just
you hear my records are million sellers

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