Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

Off my mic blast, you better run
The last punk that popped passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, 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 better out
'Cause 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 respected
And now their are infected with dollar signs I've collected
punks, I said it

Take a

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

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

stores rock it, stock it, fans buy it
People that never of Ice-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got
I got on my neck and gold on my wall

Gold in my fingers, in my ear
When this spinnin', gold's what you hear
Toy, ain't Christmas, no time to play
I ain't no child, punk, you'll get

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

Take it

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

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

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

I in privacy, don't 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 beat

They get money for hype-type
don't think twice, about dissin' me
But that's a mistake, with tha you shoudn't mess
I hope those 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 very
So I don't battle, I just put out
A line is always the direct route

I write clear, to leave no doubt
Don't have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you jealous
'Cause you hear my records are 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 vapors