Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)

Now you know and I 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 like a dip
Slipped on the black ice
Did you think twice, homeslice came and he
Satisfied got bent bars shit
Meetin coast to yeah I laughed and boast
Man do-si-dos, too comin close 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 time, to cheap flicks, good picks
Paid hard, watch the hard turn
Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose
Players keep life for now
Feelin and warm, windows rolled tight
Thirty-five degrees, tonight, don't forget the chapstick
dry quick, when the jack out
Make you act out, take the slack out
Some people out, hibernatin 'til we came back out

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

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

Sky

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

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

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