Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

Ice in the mutha-fuckin' house
The nigga you to hate
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin'
The nigga you love to
Ice in the mutha-fuckin' house

Yo, comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
The paranoid, to get the boy
Get steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a of shits

Styles guns my wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, down two
Bucking down crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, but black

'Cause god damn its a new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did for a nigga
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the five mag, got you runnin' like a fag

So, your mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to for cars

Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin'
Ice T in the fuckin' house

Oh, to the fuckin' G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they fade me
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna me
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, can't stop me

Uhh, am I a G, I got
Banged in my youth, niggas on the roof
With a scope, dough, keep the rope
Tupac string a up, hit the mob dope

So what's up
You want what I got step to me wrong around and get shot
Your mom's fuck her, bust her
Bitch screaming to me and I'll dust her

got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha Bobcat
Ninety suckas want me to go out
the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich

Tupac's in the fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha house
in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha house

Got any wordz

Now they're me, why? 'Cuz a niggas black
Sit back, ain't to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a mutha-fucker
Mama ain't raised no

Dan Quayle, you know you need to get your ass kicked
was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker all the same
Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and

why we burn shit and wreck
'Cuz the punk police ain't shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the
make a Black life, don't take a Black life

It's on, the next nigga fall dead
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or head
Be for the smoke to bust
What niggas to do is start loc'in up

United we stand, divided we
They can one nigga but they can't take us all
get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets

that if it took place
Keeping the smile off their fakes
I ain't racist but trade places
Trace the hate 'n it

One nigga two niggas, three teach four niggas
And niggas teach more niggas
And when we that'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my wordz