Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

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

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

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

Take a

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

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

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

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

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

Take it

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

I ain't here to boast, I do that
When I talk it's straight dope, facts
I rock hard but still a new jack
But talk shit, you're sure to get heard

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

I live in privacy, don't like suckers me
reporters, some think they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words
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, with tha syndicate you mess
I hope those punk wear vests

Take personal

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

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

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

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