Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's to rhyme out
You've dug own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, crawl out, 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
Criminal background, it's time to get
I use a silencer, don't like the sound

Off my mic blast, you run fast
The last punk popped junk passed
on his grave, laughed, jumped in my stretch
Signed his an autograph

boy, I don't fool out
You're full grown, out
You try to diss? I you better cool out
'Cause butt is smoke, if we ever duel 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 infected with dollar signs 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 an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

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

Record stores rock it, it, fans buy it
People that 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, get sprayed

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

Take it

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

I ain't here to boast, I do that
When I talk it's dope, pure facts
I hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit, sure to get heard cracked

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

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 catch'em on the they'll get beat down

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

Take personal

Now, the words I speak to some may sound
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 to your diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
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 even to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you jealous
'Cause you hear my records are million

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