Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no out, it's time to rhyme 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 cooler the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get
Criminal background, time to get down
I use a silencer, don't like the loud

Off my mic blast, you better run
The last punk that popped junk
Spit on his grave, laughed, in my stretch
Signed his bitch an

Syndicate boy, I don't out
full grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you cool out
'Cause your is smoke, if we ever duel out

jam is directed, to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected but now I'm highly
And now their ears are infected with signs I've collected
punks, I said it

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if they agree 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 don't ramble, you shouldn't
With your grill, I got a fist like an
I write a record, lock it on the
Evil and IZ dog the track, then we it

Record stores it, stock it, fans buy it
People never heard of Ice-T try it
Then you try to You got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my

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

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

Take it

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

I ain't here to boast, I don't do
When I talk it's dope, pure facts
I rock hard but called 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 mugs
use my phone for the damn bugs

I live in privacy, don't like suckers 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 twice, about dissin' me
But that's a mistake, with tha syndicate you mess
I hope punk reporters wear vests

Take personal

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

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

I lyrics clear, to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm about
You know who you are, you just
'Cause you hear my records are 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