Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)

Now you know and I know I bumped every hole in the wall yall
Did you catch that call most of y'all that met me
I was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip
Slipped on the black ice
Did you think twice, homeslice and he went
Satisfied got bent bars shit
Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and
Man do-si-dos, too many close to

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

Circulate a Sunday paper
caught long time, to cheap flicks, good picks
Paid hard, the hard turn sideways
Pick the for real sales to those who lose cash
Players keep your 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 wanna act out, take the out
Some people black out, 'til we came back out

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

I in it for the past few days
Tighter than fades I'm knowin my
Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not sure yet
Who that lookin over the of those writin dreams
Fiendin for the of menthol
Missed class in the hall
Lookin for a play, better yet a holiday
Stayed away the pyramid board game
Broke it down to a slang
befo' fame

Sky

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

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo'
It was a day off in the neighborhood
and greens and blues and browns
And greys and hues ooze beneath dilapidated woods
a thing could explain what pertains
To it's a stain that rain
See summer roll around holla bout change
Then they steady move ki's like Bob James
old man winter's arrived, the temperature dives
November just died, alive
Thus it no typical ride
Just individual's way to bring
The bacon when bacon was all
Makin it our own, me all wrong
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', what I never seen befo'
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky