Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cube

Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal "We Are At War")
Ding Muthafucka
It's two
I got my nuts and my denim,
You think we gonan bow to some punk ass niggaz
We from the side, boy

Chorus: [Shag]
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
[Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]

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

[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 drama
your mama
I'll the pack of piranhas
You tried to a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative up in your video
You get
You can your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a thing of the
If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in ass
You're the King of
King of
King of
Now get of your fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)
to sucking

You try to remake NWA Dre and Ren
Dub's
But you're fuckin' up with 10
little philly
I'm tearing'
Can you see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat little
How can I
I'll twist cap and take your name
it
My should be Mack 11
I'm a caliber MC
There's no
Anytime you run up
You get with
You get
"Check Yo' self" (bitch it)
Ice Cube, you better (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your third (biatch!)
(spoken):
You and 10
Can't deal with
Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest
Fuck
So wanna do?
Bring it on,
This is from the Neighborhood Family
verse:
Mack 10 is a
Suckin' Ice dick
But you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
take it to the streets
And like real g's
you niggaz wanna do?
You can't fuck these
Ain't had a strap
Now you wanna rap
Come can't to your
'Cause scared to get jacked
peace, this is war
Everybody on the
I see your fat ass
I'm one to your jaw
you
Fuck your
your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga you're down wit'

Can't stand made niggaz
Ice Cube, an actor
Not a muthafuckin'
What neighborhood you
don't you ever done?
When the goes down
You the one to run
you talk
Got a mouth of drama
missing you done
Is going to wit'cha mama
verse:
You got the
Swingi' of fmy
Killa
Break niga, huh!
a lick-a
You a killa
You a

Bitch made
I never trust ya "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you can't figure out where you're
Are you South Central, the Westside or Compton?
10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice nuts
Now all in your guts
You wannabe him
But you got no
If the king
You be the queen of the Hill
But I the Cube's fat neck
'Cause "A Iz A Bitch"
And a don't get no respect
No
Connections means
Ice stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of homies are down wit' my clique
Why you gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my
But is best get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you
With real g
Bring your on
You wanna
So let's get it on (bullets for 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, fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional movie land bullshit
Actor, studio
You win an award
For most outstanding wax
Fuck what you been
What you're going
East family, nigga
What you do?

Eastside!
right nigga!
East side
we die, nigga!
Fuck all you ass niggaz!
187
10 187
Any other unk ass
Who wanna this beat
187
We hit niggaz up that
We bicoastal,
Cypress family
Niggaz better
We here to
Nigga, hoo
That's how we hoo ride
No love for none of punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, coast
We don't a fuck
shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel,
get killed,
Caps get peeled with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew
I represent
How does sound nigga
Cypress Hill
They're fuck all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the out man)
(Cypress Hill here is something you can't understand
How I could kill a man...)