Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's time to start the party if ya'll don't
Me and "E" clean our with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the
Ya wanna hear us
a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and
Use miracle whip,I don't like
I eat a can of beans,good for my
1 a.m.,I always.....
Far me to bite anothers rhyme
just too easy to write
I two at a time
Like the wax and ya don't quit
And if you didn't like that suck my....
how I write my raps
Cold maxin' with two freaks my lap
on the phone,bookin' more def shows
An' if the get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent my bed
Just an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you this record,you think it's fun?
Party people get stupid we begun!!!
(break)
You're get,get,gettin' real
As the hits your body get ill!!!
You ain't you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl dancin' with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on and grab her.....
recorder turn up the bass
No to waste just dog the place
R-R-R-Rocket like a in space
E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and like her I let her see my....
Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice T
Evil E's his
If you can't see who's rockin' you must be
You clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
Go Ice get (x2)
Go Get busy (X2)
Turn up your stereo,equalize
Bass be kickin' hard as metal
On the mic tonight that's right your opponent
M.C. Ice T just
33 and 1/3 revolutions per
This is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos and precise
Special effects will be created by an splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that
Bust a move to my groove work your do somethin'
No way in the world that you can my method
As my record rotates,my words get impressive
I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too
Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the
As the record revolves money's gettin'
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's
I chill in def leathers silks and suede
And the gold my neck will never fade
with my Syndicate organized rhyme
Kickin' def tempos that I
And if you can't hear'em thats such a
You wash your dirty ears with some 409
I rhyme elite,stay on beat
Travel in a posse when I the street
to say my rhymes when I used to max
Now I don't much,I save my words for wax
I just wanna make a little in this song
a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a break of
This jam will never out because the grooves too strong
Guys grab a girl,girls a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it
I wanna make ya yourself
On the mic Ice T!!Who else?
on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun
my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob's watchin' my back
Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack
Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La
Red Alert,Chuck Out
If you're down with my you will be fine
But if you ill we'll get your 409!!
(BREAK)
409......