Luyện nghe bài hát Ice M.F. T

Yeah, 1993, I'm back motherfucker, is Ice T
Got my Ice Cube in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, up in the ammo dump studios I got my
Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin' place
Behind the mixin' boards, we about to do dis like this here

It's goin' tonight in L.A. buckshot and Uzis spray
Microphone blowa, the bitch
The ho Ice motherfuckin' T

Nigga to me but grab ya hoes quick
'Cause the Syndicate's throwin' that dick
Punk run up you'll get done up
We'll have your ass up before sun up

So what's the I'm raggin'?
Been a millionaire for still saggin'
Left stuffed with the ?
.380 in my right so it a little bit

More than the of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips
lips and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up
So punk don't choke up
When talkin' to me

Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T
Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T

Bush, and Clinton got a problem with me
The T, I give less than a fuck about
Any of or their fuckin' police friends
They'd like to take me out make me a

even tryin' to sweat Time Warner, why?
For tellin' the to the youth
That a lot of are hot
And want police shot? You can't the shock?

The fires are out but the coals are hot
I got juice to pain, you tryin' to fuck
the Ice, are you insane?
This shit is bigger me, be warned

It's the calm before the
And every thing I write
Is be analyzed by somebody white

Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T
Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T

Run motherfucker, motherfucker
Rip motherfucker, die
You give love and you won't get loved
You push and you won't get shoved

No joke, I ain't to laugh
I ain't here to cry, but every night of the
One of my homies die, eeny meeny moe
Blood's pourin' out the naps of your

It be you, could be you
Could be you, be your whole damn crew
It real quick, screechin' tires
Next thing you're hit, your body's

Your hot, you feel your chest
You for breath, you're shot
And now your is trippin'
Lookin' for a gat to put they in

Street crime, that's the thing I
Ice T, I rap sing, they it controversy
I call it truth with no
The beats are Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make speakers

Not made for squares or the weak
That the bump trunks
Press, get the fuck out my face
I got no more time to waste

A ho is a ho, a is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it, I'm through explainin' the
You just makin' me backtrack the duck
Reporter might get hit a blackjack
Plus every one of my fans totally understands
A nigga me

Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T
Ice, Ice T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T

Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T
Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T, Ice, Ice T