Luyện nghe bài hát Last Wordz

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

Yo, here comes the 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 my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, down two
down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but

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

So, keep your jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh of locs, no yokes but smokes
and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for drawers, young niggas out to kill 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 house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

Got any wordz

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

Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get ass kicked
Where was you when was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the
Feel a nigga if he ain't balled and chained

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

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

United we stand, we fall
They can one nigga but they can't take us all
Let's get along with the
And we can all have peace on the again

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

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