Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's time to out
You've dug own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, crawl out, hide the fallout
when I get mad, I go all out

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

Off my mic blast, you better run
The last punk that popped junk
Spit on his grave, laughed, in my stretch
Signed his an autograph

Syndicate boy, I don't out
You're full grown, out
You try to diss? I think you cool out
your butt is smoke, if we ever duel out

This jam is directed, to all of who expected
For me to cold be rejected but now I'm highly
And now their ears are infected with signs I've collected
Jealous punks, I it

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if agree with you, then your crew too
I never diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good
But if you diss me to my face,

My style don't ramble, you shouldn't
With your grill, I got a fist an anvil
I write a record, lock it on the
Evil and IZ dog the track, then we it

Record stores rock it, it, fans buy it
People that never of Ice-T try it
you try to diss? You got gall
I got gold on my neck and on my wall

in my fingers, gold in my ear
When this spinnin', gold's what you hear
Toy, this ain't Christmas, no to play
I ain't no child, punk, you'll get

on a mega-villan
You want a pine box to go chill in
deep, creep, no one will weep
'Cause the night with your bitch I'll sleep

Take it

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

I ain't here to boast, I don't do
When I talk it's dope, pure facts
I rock hard but still a new jack
But talk shit, you're to get heard cracked

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

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

They get money for hype-type
They don't think twice, dissin' me
But a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't mess
I those punk reporters wear vests

Take that

Now, the words I speak to some may sound
But I'll explain, it's simply
You diss, I diss, is creates an equal
You to my diss, this is called a sequel

I reply to your diss, this is called a
Not intelligent, not adult
So I don't battle, I put heads out
A straight line is always the route

I lyrics clear, to leave no doubt
even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You who you are, you just jealous
'Cause you hear my records are sellers

Try to say I'm wack, out on the
your whole crew is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and catch