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 than the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
background, it's time to get down
I use a silencer, like the loud sound

Off my mic blast, you run fast
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 you better cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we ever out

This jam is directed, to all of who expected
For me to be rejected but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are with dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks, I it

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if agree with you, then your crew too
I diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good 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 write a record, it on the topic
and IZ dog the track, then we drop it

Record rock it, stock it, fans buy it
that never heard of Ice-T 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 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 a pine box to go chill 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 wanna about me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might a bruised one
Brass prints? Yes, I used some

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

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

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

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

Take that

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

I reply to diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
So I battle, I just put heads out
A line is always the direct route

I write lyrics clear, to no doubt
even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You who you are, you just jealous
'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