Luyện nghe bài hát Watch The Ice Break

It's down
From the Ammo
I got my SLJ and DJ Aladdin
the fat tracks
Hit em it
Syndicate's in the muthafuckin
All duck get flat, muthfuckas

And still me
A brother from L.A., the cool T
a brother, hate a brother, I still come back
With the fat tracks, the pop crap
I got a to cold diss a fool
Wack sellin out urge me to pull tools
For no
Pop suckers hookin for hits hoes skeezin
Prostitutes can't shoot, yet you clock loot
Dancesteps the weak styles, but you look cute
Bitch, shit's wack
Let Hammer dance, and you other fools back
The microphone in some twist in a fist
Mind locked on ???? of my hit list
And make rappers pray
Many talk shit, but none this way
Cause I'm to beat down a weak clown
Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Down
I the whole map
Got locked like a muthafuckin bear trap
Ice T
Before hoes gee need two forms of I.D.
fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake
Huh, the Ice break

Watch the Ice

Yo, let's see now who's to diss me
Say I sold out cause I rocked the B.C.
Y'all are bitches, you're straight
Quick to talk shit, but always behind the
I do I wanna do, punk hoe
I rock a perm, you an afro
I wear khakis, while y'all silk
Y'all drink forties, and I drink
Cause my muthafuckin biz
I never out, cause it's no sale, kid
Hardcore to my heart from the start
Whether done over beats or loud
I the dope hits
you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit
You wanna step to me? New jack,
Come back in five LP's, then we can
You're new, kid, you got a hit out
In interviews you talk a lotta out
You got paid, you really out
You went broke when your one jam out
Now searchin for that one more hit

I ain't new to this, I got gangs of
I come original, then I break the
Too many hit, then fold
just fakes
Hah, the Ice break

the Ice break

Syndicate off 1993
On some old fly shit
All the out there down with us
You know what I'm
rollin strong
All the out there that got some static to say
We're settin shit off physically this year
Like KRS-One
MC's duck down
Muthafuckas takin no shit
I'm on busters, point-blank
Diss me and on
up

Now it's the break of
And the mic is on
All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn
Many MC's choke from the mic smoke
Those who to get with me
Lost in infinity
Or they breath
Try to step to the Ice sure death
Cause ??it's then I than you ever assume
Drop the mic, go rap in your living
I the quick kill
Swing on a nigga sometimes to break ill
up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye
All hands, I need no gun, yo punk,
Cause if I my gun, you die
No try
I gotta cool out now, so I over-freeze
Nut up and murderin MC's
Start bodies from state to state
Throw on a ski mask and walk the late
And do me up a damn crew
The Geto was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too
diss me, and I meet you one day
And bet life it won't be a fun day
I hope, nigga, not your fate
That you're around when the Ice

the Ice breaks