Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill Shit

[chorus, ice
With tha and ping!
Listen to the ill that I bring bring!
(repeats 4 times)

sermon]
What's the
Erick sermon, ice cube, and kam are to get the job done
So back the up! I have an attitude, dude, I'm 'bout ta get rude
I'm out shots during my interlude
Right about now I'm 'bout ta get like the cat
Got the gat in the of my back so get the bozack
The american dream, the people choice
I flip more vowels pat sajak's white bitch
I'm bad ask michael jackson's dad e-double
The mack fram, the black made of steel
The mic I'm is a samson
E-d the eyed bandit in raw fashion
I'm lettin' know my territory
My ground is rugged. I kill a million niggaz so it!
Nick knack paddy whack a dog a bone
again it's on with the brand new song, yeah boy!

God damn, not kam!
But I'm so, I lay low like a brick
Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum 'cause here the 411
devils don't go to heaven, 187 on a saltine cracker
Smack a, paranoid busta so don't make me to act a fool
What's up? now you can
The west coast niggaz is down erick sermon on the g tip
We hard on the opposition
niggaz on a mission so listen to the ill shit
'cause get wrecked!
you expect! fuck a rain nigga take a chin check!

[ice
Well I go again, throwin' up the w
Ice cube and I'm wit' e-double crew
up in my homie's black 6-4
Hittin' but mine's a convertible
Matched to the side, still got the 2-2
'cause some niggaz believe in a gang truce
Personal what is this? ? ? epmd, goin' out of business?
God damnit! can't leave my dog stranded...the green bandit
Picked up kam cause my nigga need a ride. fuck a treaty
But still have the 4-5...glock for the clown
Yeah we down pulled up and echoed
Don't ya know that we can drop 10 of these, tracks
So all our enemies!