Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)

Now you and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall yall
Did you catch that call most of y'all that met me
Thought I was tall, Gipp flipped a dip
fell on the black ice
Did you think twice, came and he went
Satisfied got bars ain't shit
Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and
Man do-si-dos, too many comin to

Touch what I touched befo', seen what I never seen befo'
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky

Circulate like a Sunday
Capers caught long time, to flicks, good picks
Paid hard, watch the hard turn
Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose
Players keep your for now
Feelin good and warm, rolled tight
Thirty-five degrees, tonight, don't forget the chapstick
Lips dry quick, the jack out
Make you wanna act out, the slack out
Some people black out, hibernatin 'til we back out

Touch what I never touched befo', what I never seen befo'
Woke up and the sun sky high, sky high
Touch what I never touched befo', what I never seen befo'
Woke up and the sun sky high, sky high

I been in it for the few days
Tighter than I'm knowin my plays
Now can I rap? Can I Not really sure yet
Who that over the shoulders of those writin dreams
Fiendin for the taste of
Missed stayed in the hall
Lookin for a squeeze play, better yet a
Stayed from the pyramid board game
Broke it down to a slang
befo' fame

Sky

Now who stepped in?
The nigga the B-I-G the secret Boi
Slicker than Black Ice, throwin these like rice at weddings
So quit flexing, we about
Somethin that's to the earlobes
Pay for the and still be in pimp mode
Like icebergs, and Buicks
Some niggas on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it
Abuse they privileges and now the village is, been shot to pieces
Cause niggas are that same stupid shit I mean that feces
Boy don't beep me, if you ain't got no
I'm strictly bout these verses the ones you hear at church boy
Search boy, talkin' about dough long like Lurch, boy
Every time I heard you like a fucking jerk boy simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo'
It was a beautiful day off in the
Yellows and and blues and browns
And greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated
Ain't a could explain what pertains
To it's a stain that rain
See summer roll around niggas holla bout
Then they move them ki's like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature
November just died, December's
it ain't no typical ride
Just way to bring home
The bacon when bacon was all
it our own, takin me all wrong
We've all indulged in the of those no-no's
No you ain't solo, even lower levels you can go
Take sun people, put 'em in a land of

Touch what I never touched befo', seen I never seen befo'
up and seen the sun sky high, sky high