Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikkka's Most Wanted

Ice Cube The Lench Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal
One can't keep the law in order
'Cause everybody's goin' for a quarter
You're tuned in to the one crew in the area
The way I'm I'm scarin' ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya
'cause if you is or you a gang banger
one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the
All the ol' house fellows are crooks
So I get looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair
Will the 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's
I keep my 9
For the day one of my want to squab
I'm still wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa's wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes got hurt
But if you me, you know that I'm liable
To bust a cap 'cause all about survival of the fittest
I'm a crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness
From the shit I took people
I reap all your fat shit,
Back to the sect
I leave crew crew but they can't catch me yet
'cause I'm slick as
They can't get wit me, cops ain't to me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the
And em like sweat hogs
And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the that flaunt it
most wanted

Hey yo, what the poster read:
'Ice Cube is wanted
That's all it
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the
Hear and si-reens
When I feet first yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and I just
Put another jack in
the American way
'cause I'm the
Ice Cube, a clepto'
And tried to catch the early but they slept, so
Who gets the
And if I'm caught in a
You know I'ma the wack
a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, off!
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a
I'm a with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by

(Hey yo man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the has heard?
time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga
Point blank for the
Cock the then crackle, smile
Take me to house, pal
Got to the house, my got fat, see
the safe, got the money and the jewelry
Three later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it be
(What up G?) Saw my on TV
Damn (oh shit!) I know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough
The ol' bitch the street must've turned me in
the feds was out there ten deep
I got and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin' my own
The police didn't pay it no
But when I start robbin' the white
Now I'm in the pen wit the
I said it before and still taught it
motherfucker with a color is most wanted