Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice cooler the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
Criminal background, time to get down
I use a silencer, don't like the sound

Off my mic blast, you run fast
The last punk that popped passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, in my stretch
Signed his bitch an

Syndicate boy, I fool out
full grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you better out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we ever out

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

Take a

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

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

Record rock it, stock it, fans buy it
People never heard of Ice-T try it
Then you try to You got gall
I got on my neck and gold on my wall

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

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

Take it

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

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

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

I live in privacy, like suckers hawking me
News reporters, think they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, all my words around
But if I catch'em on the street get beat down

They get money for publicity
They don't twice, about dissin' me
But that's a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't
I hope those punk wear vests

Take personal

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

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

I write lyrics clear, to leave no
Don't even have to say who I'm about
You who you are, you just jealous
you hear my records are million 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 vapors