Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

Emcee's, no time out, it's time to out
You've dug own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, crawl out, hide the fallout
when I get mad, I go all out

Ice than the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm to get rude
Criminal background, time to get down
I use a silencer, don't the loud sound

Off my mic blast, you better run
The last punk that popped junk
Spit on his grave, laughed, jumped in my
Signed his bitch an

Syndicate boy, I don't out
You're grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we duel out

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

Take a

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

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

stores rock it, stock it, fans buy it
People that never heard of try it
Then you try to You got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my

Gold in my fingers, in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', gold's what you
Toy, this Christmas, no time to play
I no child, punk, you'll get sprayed

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

Take it

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

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

I don't drink or smoke or do drugs
But my posse's still labeled street
L.A.P.D's got all my mugs
Can't use my for the damn bugs

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

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

Take that

Now, the I speak to some may sound radical
But I'll explain, it's mathematical
You diss, I diss, this is creates an
You to my diss, this is called a sequel

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

I lyrics clear, to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm about
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 crew is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the
See me at a jam, and catch