Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Ice cooler the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
background, it's time to get down
I use a silencer, don't the loud sound

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

boy, I don't fool out
You're full grown, out
You try to diss? I think you cool out
'Cause butt is smoke, if we ever duel out

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

Take a

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

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

stores rock it, stock it, fans buy it
People never heard of Ice-T try it
you try to diss? You got gall
I got gold on my neck and on my wall

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

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

Take it

I ain't coast, West coast, new style or old style
You know about me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might 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, facts
I rock hard but still called a new
But talk shit, sure to get heard cracked

I don't drink or or do dumb drugs
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 like hawking me
News reporters, some think 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, dissin' me
But a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't mess
I hope punk reporters wear vests

Take personal

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

I reply to diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not adult
So I battle, I just put heads out
A straight is always the direct route

I write lyrics clear, to leave no
Don't have to say who I'm speakin' about
You who you are, you just jealous
you hear my records are million sellers

Try to say I'm wack, out on the
While your whole is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and vapors