Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the
Ya hear us rock?
a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and
Use miracle whip,I like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans,good for my
1 a.m.,I always.....
Far from me to bite rhyme
They're too easy to write
I do'em two at a
Like the wax and ya don't quit
And if you didn't like then suck my....
Dictations how I my raps
Cold maxin' two freaks upon my lap
Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def
An' if the freaks get I smack the....
Whole days of my life are inside my bed
Just an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you like this record,you think it's
Party people get we just begun!!!
(break)
You're get,get,gettin' stupid
As the beat your body get ill!!!
You ain't dumb you paid dollars to go off!!
The girl you're dancin' with has got hips bug out!!
Go on and grab her.....
recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the
like a missile in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an case
We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places close to home,far
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and like her I let her see my....
Jam how I got my fame,Ice capital T
Evil E's his
If you can't see rockin' you must be blind
You better clean your with some 409!!!
Go Ice get (x2)
Go Get busy (X2)
Turn up your stereo,equalize
Bass be stupid hard as metal
On the mic tonight that's your rhyme opponent
M.C. Ice T microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per
This is def because my heart is in it
Vocals by the Ice,tempos tight and precise
Special will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that
Bust a move to my groove work body do somethin'
No way in the world you can deny my method
As my record rotates,my words get more
I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Records not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too
Now Bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves money's made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time played
I chill in def pure silks and suede
And the gold around my neck will never
Down with my Syndicate organized
Kickin' def tempos that I
And if you can't hear'em thats a crime
You better wash your dirty ears with 409
I always elite,stay on beat
Travel in a when I walk the street
Loved to say my when I used to max
Now I speak much,I save my words for wax
I just wanna make a little point in this
With a little we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a of dawn
This jam will never out because the grooves too strong
grab a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please it outside
I make ya enjoy yourself
On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who
Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's gun
my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob's cold my back
Melle Mel's just layin' for punks to act wack
Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
Red Alert,Chuck Out
If you're down with my crew you be fine
But if you ill get dirty-bring your 409!!
(BREAK)
409......