Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no out, it's time to rhyme out
You've dug your own grave, now you must 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
Criminal background, it's to get down
I use a silencer, like the loud sound

Off my mic blast, you better run
The punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, in my stretch
Signed his an autograph

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

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

Take a

Take it personal, punk, I'm to you
And if agree with you, then your crew too
I diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,

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, then we it

Record stores 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 on my wall

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

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

Take it

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

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

I don't or smoke 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 suckers hawking me
News reporters, think they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat

get money for hype-type publicity
They think twice, about dissin' me
But that's a mistake, 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 mathematical
You diss, I diss, this is an equal
You reply to my diss, is called a sequel

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

I write clear, to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm speakin'
You who you are, you just jealous
'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