Luyện nghe bài hát 409

It's time to start the if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the
Ya hear us rock?
a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and
Use miracle whip,I don't like
I eat a can of beans,good for my
1 a.m.,I always.....
Far from me to bite anothers
They're just too easy to
I do'em two at a
doggin' the wax and ya don't quit
And if you like that then suck my....
Dictations how I write my
Cold maxin' with two freaks my lap
on the phone,bookin' more def shows
An' if the freaks get illy I the....
days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at med
Ya say you like this record,you think it's
Party get stupid we just begun!!!
(break)
get,get,gettin' real stupid
As the beat your body get ill!!!
You ain't dumb you dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on homeboy and her.....
Tape turn up the bass
No time to waste dog the place
like a missile in space
Evil E his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and her then I let her see my....
Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice T
Evil E's his
If you see who's rockin' you must be blind
You better clean gazelles with some 409!!!
Go Ice get (x2)
Go Evil Get (X2)
Turn up your stereo,equalize
be kickin' stupid hard as metal
On the mic that's right your rhyme opponent
M.C. Ice T microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per
This record is def my heart is in it
laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise
Special effects will be created by an splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so that frontin'
a move to my groove work your body do somethin'
No way in the world that you can deny my
As my record rotates,my get more impressive
I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they too slow
Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the
As the record revolves money's made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time played
I chill in def leathers pure silks and
And the gold around my neck will never
Down with my Syndicate rhyme
Kickin' def tempos I design
And if you hear'em thats such a crime
You better wash your dirty ears some 409
I always rhyme elite,stay on
Travel in a posse when I the street
Loved to say my rhymes when I to max
Now I don't speak much,I save my for wax
I just make a little point in this song
a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a of dawn
This jam will play out because the grooves too strong
Guys grab a girl,girls a guy
If a guy a guy,please take it outside
I make ya enjoy yourself
On the mic Ice T!!Who else?
on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun
my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob's watchin' my back
Melle Mel's just layin' for some to act wack
Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La
Red Alert,Chuck Out
If you're with my crew you will be fine
But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring 409!!
(BREAK)
409......