Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

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

boy, I don't fool out
You're full grown, 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 those who
For me to cold be but now I'm highly respected
And now their 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 with you, then 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 gamble
With your grill, I got a fist like an
I a record, lock it on the topic
Evil and IZ dog the track, we drop it

stores rock it, stock it, fans buy it
People that never heard of 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 spinnin', gold's what you hear
Toy, this ain't Christmas, no to play
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 will
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll

Take it

I East coast, West coast, new style or old style
You wanna know me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might a bruised one
Brass prints? Yes, I used some

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

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

I live in privacy, don't suckers 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 for hype-type publicity
They think twice, about dissin' me
But that's a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't
I hope those reporters wear vests

Take personal

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

I reply to your diss, is called a battle
Not intelligent, not very
So I don't battle, I just put out
A line is always the direct route

I write clear, to leave no doubt
Don't even to say who I'm speakin' 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 whole crew is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and catch