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, out, hide from the fallout
when I get mad, I go all out

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

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

Syndicate boy, I fool out
You're grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you better out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we ever out

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

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if they agree you, then your crew too
I diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you me to my face, duck

My style don't ramble, you shouldn't
With grill, I got a fist like an anvil
I write a record, it on the topic
Evil and IZ dog the track, we drop 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 and gold on my wall

in my fingers, gold in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', 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 weep
the next night with your bitch I'll sleep

Take it

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

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

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

I live in privacy, don't like suckers me
News reporters, some think can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my around
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get down

They get money for publicity
They don't think twice, dissin' me
But that's a mistake, tha syndicate you shoudn't mess
I hope those punk reporters vests

Take that

Now, the words I to some may sound radical
But explain, it's simply mathematical
You diss, I diss, this is an equal
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 straight is always the direct route

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