Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cube

Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal "We Are At War")
Ding Ding
round two
I got my and my denim, fool
You think we gonan bow to some punk ass niggaz
We the evil side, boy

Chorus: B-Real
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]
[Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10

In about seconds some east side niggaz
Is gonna put the in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's
It takes two of you to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you
"No Vaseline"
You could be the big
Bring your
Fuck mama
I'll the pack of piranhas
You to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your
You get
You can your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice is a thing of the past
If I got no nuts it's because still stuck in your ass
the King of punks
King of
King of
Now get down of your fuckin' (Shag: Bow Down)
to sucking

You try to remake NWA Dre and Ren
cool
But you're fuckin' up with 10
Silly philly
I'm back
Can you really see my machine gun
Open and aimed at fat little frame
How can I
I'll twist your cap and take your
it
My should be Mack 11
I'm a caliber MC
no question
Anytime you run up
You get dealt
You get
"Check Yo' self" (bitch it)
Ice Cube, you better (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs the best songs on your third album (biatch!)
(spoken):
You and 10
Can't deal this
Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest
Fuck
So wanna do?
Bring it on,
This is from the Neighborhood Family
verse:
Mack 10 is a
Ice Cube's dick
But what you faggets know about gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's it to the streets
And like real g's
What you niggaz do?
You can't fuck these
never had a strap
Now you gangsta rap
Come to your hood
'Cause scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, is war
on the floor
When I see fat ass
I'm takin' one to jaw
you
Fuck mama
your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that down wit'

Can't stand bitch niggaz
Ice Cube, youse an
Not a killa
What neighborhood you
What don't you ever
When the goes down
You the one to run
you talk
Got a mouth of drama
Only you done
Is going to church mama
verse:
You got the
Swingi' of fmy
Cube
Break niga, huh!
Give a
You a killa
You a

Bitch made
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't 'em"--
like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you on
Is Ice Cube's
Now he's all in your
You wannabe him
But you got no
If the king
You must be the of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's fat
"A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no
No
Connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your are down wit' my clique
Why you always be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my
But is best get a blood test for your kid
bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your wouldn't let you hang
real g niggaz
Bring your on
You wanna
So get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
10
I you a year
I
You'll that you're getting' fucked
And run to me
You little trick
You look sweet (Mmmm!)
I should you one of my hoes like
was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional movie land bullshit
Actor, gangsta
You should win an
For most outstanding wax
Fuck you been through
What you're through
East family, nigga
What you do?

Eastside!
That's nigga!
East muthafuckin'
we die, nigga!
Fuck all you ass niggaz!
187
10 187
Any unk ass nigga
Who wanna take this
187
We hit niggaz up like
We bicoastal,
Cypress Hill
better recognize
We here to
Nigga, hoo
That's how we hoo nigga
No love for of ya'll punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, coast
We don't give a
Talk shit get shot,
That's how we feel,
get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you nigga
I muthafucka
How does sound nigga
Cypress Hill
They're gonna fuck all ya'll
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got the fuck out man)
(Cypress Hill sample: here is you can't understand
How I could just a man...)