Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)

Now you know and I know I done bumped every in the wall yall
Did you catch that phone 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 came and he
Satisfied got bent ain't shit
Meetin coast to coast I laughed and boast
Man do-si-dos, too many close to

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

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

Touch what I touched befo', seen 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'
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky

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

Sky

Now who stepped in?
The nigga the the secret weapon 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
icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks
Some niggas ain't on they jobs so 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 your long like Lurch, boy
time I heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, lend me yo' eardrums
It was a day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and
And greys and hues that ooze dilapidated woods
a thing could explain what pertains
To cocaine a stain that rain
See summer roll niggas holla bout change
they steady move them ki's like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the dives
November just died, December's
Thus it ain't no typical
Just individual's way to 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, even lower levels you can go
sun people, put 'em in a land of snow

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