Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)

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

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

like a Sunday paper
Capers caught long time, to cheap flicks, picks
Paid hard, watch the turn sideways
Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose
Players your life for now
Feelin good and warm, rolled tight
Thirty-five degrees, nippy tonight, forget the chapstick
Lips dry quick, when the out
Make you act out, take the slack out
Some people black out, 'til we came 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', seen what I seen befo'
up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

I been in it for the past few
Tighter than I'm knowin my plays
Now can I Can I adapt? Not really sure yet
Who that over the shoulders of those writin dreams
Fiendin for the of menthol
class stayed in the hall
Lookin for a squeeze play, better yet a
Stayed away from the pyramid board
it down to a neighborhood slang
Cash fame

Sky

Now who done in?
The nigga the the secret weapon Boi
Slicker than Black Ice, throwin flows like rice at weddings
So quit flexing, we about
Somethin that's refreshin to the
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 village is, been shot to pieces
Cause niggas are bitin that same stupid I mean that feces
Boy beep me, if you ain't got no work
I'm strictly bout these verses like the you hear at church boy
boy, talkin' about your dough long like Lurch, boy
Every time I heard you rhymin like a fucking boy simp, yeah!

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

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