Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)

Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall
Did you catch that phone call of y'all that met me
Thought I was tall, Gipp like a dip
Slipped fell on the ice
Did you think twice, came and he went
Satisfied got bent bars shit
Meetin coast to coast I laughed and boast
Man do-si-dos, too comin close to

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

Circulate a Sunday paper
caught long time, to cheap flicks, good picks
Paid hard, watch the hard sideways
Pick the tale for real sales to who lose cash
Players keep life for now
Feelin and warm, windows rolled tight
Thirty-five degrees, nippy tonight, don't forget the
dry quick, when the jack out
Make you act out, take the slack out
Some people black out, hibernatin we came back out

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

I been in it for the few days
Tighter than fades I'm my plays
Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not sure yet
Who lookin over the shoulders of those writin dreams
for the taste of menthol
Missed class stayed in the
Lookin for a play, better yet a holiday
Stayed away the pyramid board game
it down to a neighborhood slang
Cash fame

Sky

Now who stepped in?
The nigga the the secret weapon Boi
Slicker Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice at weddings
So quit flexing, we speakin
that's refreshin to the earlobes
Pay for the room and still be in pimp
icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks
Some niggas ain't on they so them suckers here to lose it
Abuse they privileges and now the whole village is, been to pieces
Cause niggas are bitin that same stupid I mean that feces
Boy don't me, if you ain't got no work
I'm strictly bout these verses like the ones you at church boy
Search boy, talkin' about dough long like Lurch, boy
Every time I you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, countrymen me yo' eardrums
It was a day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and and browns
And greys and that ooze beneath dilapidated woods
Ain't a thing could explain what
To it's a stain that rain
See summer around niggas holla bout change
Then they steady move them ki's like Bob
Cause old man arrived, the temperature dives
November died, December's alive
Thus it no typical ride
individual's way to bring home
The bacon bacon was all gone
Makin it our own, takin me all
all indulged in the bulge of those no-no's
No you ain't solo, it's lower levels you can go
Take sun people, put 'em in a of snow

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