Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice than the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
Criminal background, it's to get down
I use a silencer, like the loud 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

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

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

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if they agree you, then your crew too
I diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,

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

Record stores rock it, stock it, buy it
People that never heard of try it
Then you try to diss? You got
I got on my neck and gold on my wall

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

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

Take it

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

I ain't to boast, I don't do that
When I talk it's dope, pure facts
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 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 suckers hawking me
News reporters, some they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my around
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get down

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

Take that

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

I to your diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
So I don't battle, I just put out
A straight is always 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
'Cause you hear my records are million

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