Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice

Do you ever see stuff that be
When it get cold, that ice you can't see?
happens sometimes
Yep, ice

Now you know and I know, I done bumped every in the wall ya'll
Did you that phone call? Most of y'all did admit
Thought it was tall, Gipp flipped a dip
fell on the black ice
Did you think twice? Homeslice in
He went satisfied, got bent bars shit
Mean to coast, yell at the boat
Man do-si-dos, too many and goes 'coz

what I never touched before
Seen I never seen before
up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

Circulate like a paper
Capers caught long with cheap flicks
Good pay hard, watch the heart turn sideways
Couldnt tell, Burrell to those who lose cares
Players give you for now
Feelin' good and warm, windows tight
35 degrees, nippy
Dont the Chapstick, lips dry quick
When the out, make you wanna act out
Take the slack out, some black out
I done into, came back out

Touched what I never before
what I never seen before
Woke up and the sun sky high, sky high

Touched what I never touched
Seen I never seen before
Woke up and the sun sky high, sky high

I been in it for the past few days, tighter the
I Ima praise, now can I rap, can I dap
Not really yet, who that lookin' over the shoulders
Of those bright dreams? Feenin' for the taste of
Missed class, stayed in the hall, for a squeeze play
Better yet a holiday, stayed away from the pyramid boy
it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame

Sky high, sky high, sky high, sky
Sky high, sky high, sky high, sky high, sky

Now who done stepped in, the nigga B-I-G the secret boi
Slicka than black ice throwin' these
rice at weddings, so quit flexin'
You about same things as oppression to the ear lobes
Pay for the and still be in pimp mode
Like Iceberg, and Buicks

Them niggas aint on they job, so suckers here to lose it
Abuse they and not the whole villages been shot to pieces
niggas are bitin' that same stupid shit
I mean that leaches, boy dont me
If you aint got no work, strictly 'bout these
Like the ones you at Church, boi
Search, boi, about yo dope is hump like Lurch, boi
Every time I you rhyming like a fuckin' jerk, boi, simp, yea

Friends, Romans, countrymen, me your eardrums
It was a beautiful day off in the
Yellows and and blues and browns and greys
And hues that ooze dilapidated wood
Anything could but pertains to cocaine and sustain in rain
See summer rolls around holla 'bout change
Then they steady them keys like Bob James

'Cause old man winters arrived, the temperature
November died, Decembers alive
Thus it aint no rise, just individuals way to bring home
The bacon bakin' was all wrong
Makin' it our own, me all wrong
Weve all indulged in the of those no no nos, you aint solo
Its even lower you can go
Take sun people put 'em in the land of

what I never touched before
Seen what I never before
Woke up and the sun sky high, sky high