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 phone most of y'all that met me
I was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip
Slipped fell on the ice
Did you twice, homeslice came and he went
Satisfied got bars ain't shit
Meetin coast to coast I laughed and boast
Man do-si-dos, too comin close to

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

Circulate like a Sunday
Capers caught long time, to flicks, good picks
hard, watch the hard turn sideways
Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose
Players keep life for now
Feelin good and warm, windows rolled
Thirty-five degrees, nippy tonight, forget the chapstick
Lips dry quick, 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 what I seen befo'
Woke up and the sun sky high, sky high
Touch what I never touched befo', what I never seen befo'
Woke up and the sun sky high, sky high

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

Sky

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

Friends, Romans, countrymen me yo' eardrums
It was a beautiful day off in the
Yellows and greens and blues and
And greys and hues that ooze beneath woods
Ain't a could explain what pertains
To cocaine a stain that rain
See summer roll niggas holla bout change
Then steady move them ki's like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the 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, me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of those
No you ain't solo, even lower levels you can go
sun people, put 'em in a land of snow

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