Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice than 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, like the loud sound

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

boy, I don't fool out
You're grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you better out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we duel out

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

Take a

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

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

Record stores it, stock it, fans buy it
People that heard of Ice-T try it
you try to diss? You got gall
I got on my neck and gold on my wall

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

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

Take it

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

I ain't here to boast, I don't do
When I talk it's straight dope, pure
I hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit, sure to get heard cracked

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

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

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

Take that

Now, the words I speak to may sound radical
But I'll explain, simply mathematical
You diss, I diss, is creates an equal
You reply to my diss, is called a sequel

I reply to your diss, is called a battle
Not intelligent, not very
So I battle, I just put heads out
A straight line is always the route

I write lyrics clear, to no doubt
Don't even to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you jealous
'Cause you 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