Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's to rhyme out
You've dug own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, crawl out, from the fallout
'Cause 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, time to get down
I use a silencer, don't the loud sound

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

Syndicate boy, I don't out
You're full grown, out
You try to diss? I think you better out
'Cause your is smoke, if we ever duel out

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

Take a

it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if they agree with you, then your too
I never diss an emcee, I 'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,

My style ramble, you shouldn't gamble
With grill, I got a fist like an anvil
I a record, lock it on the topic
and IZ dog the track, then we drop it

Record stores it, stock it, fans buy it
People that heard of Ice-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got
I got gold on my neck and gold on my

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

on a mega-villan
You must a pine box to go chill in
deep, creep, no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your I'll sleep

Take it

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

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

I drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled street
L.A.P.D's got all my mugs
use my phone for the damn bugs

I live in privacy, don't like hawking me
News reporters, some they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat

They get money for hype-type
don't think twice, about dissin' me
But a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't mess
I hope those punk reporters vests

Take that

Now, the words I to some may sound radical
But I'll explain, simply mathematical
You diss, I diss, this is creates an
You reply to my diss, this is called a

I reply to diss, this is called 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
even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you jealous
'Cause you my records are million sellers

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