Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice

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

Now you know and I know, I done bumped every hole in the wall
Did you catch that phone call? Most of y'all did
Thought it was tall, flipped like a dip
Slipped fell on the ice
Did you think Homeslice came in
He went satisfied, got bent aint shit
coast to coast, yell at the boat
Man do-si-dos, too many come and goes

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

Circulate a Sunday paper
Capers caught long with cheap flicks
Good picks pay hard, watch the heart sideways
Couldnt tell, Burrell to those who lose cares
give you light for now
Feelin' good and warm, windows tight
35 degrees, tonight
Dont forget the Chapstick, dry quick
When the out, make you wanna act out
Take the slack out, some people out
I went into, came back out

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

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

I in it for the past few days, tighter the phase
I Ima praise, now can I rap, can I dap
Not really yet, who that lookin' over the shoulders
Of those bright dreams? for the taste of menthol
Missed class, stayed in the hall, for a squeeze play
Better yet a holiday, stayed from the pyramid boy game
Broke it down to a 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 B-I-G the secret weapon boi
than black ice throwin' these flows
Like at weddings, so quit flexin'
You speakin' about same things as to the ear lobes
Pay for the and still be in pimp mode
Like Iceberg, Chryslers and

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

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

'Cause old man winters arrived, the temperature
November just died, Decembers
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
sun people put 'em in the land of snow

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