Luyện nghe bài hát Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)

Now you know and I know I done bumped hole in the wall yall
Did you catch that call most of y'all that met me
Thought I was tall, flipped like a dip
Slipped fell on the ice
Did you think twice, homeslice came and he
got bent bars ain't shit
Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and
Man do-si-dos, too many close to

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

Circulate a Sunday paper
Capers long time, to cheap flicks, good picks
Paid hard, the hard turn sideways
the tale for real sales to those who lose cash
Players keep your for now
Feelin and warm, windows rolled tight
degrees, nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick
Lips dry quick, when the out
Make you wanna act out, the slack out
Some people black out, 'til we came back out

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

I been in it for the few days
Tighter than I'm knowin my plays
Now can I Can I adapt? Not really sure yet
Who that lookin over the shoulders of writin dreams
Fiendin for the taste of
class stayed in the hall
Lookin for a play, better yet a holiday
Stayed from the pyramid board game
Broke it down to a slang
Cash befo'

Sky

Now who stepped in?
The nigga the B-I-G the secret Boi
Slicker than Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice at
So flexing, we speakin about
Somethin that's to the earlobes
Pay for the room and still be in pimp
icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks
Some niggas ain't on they jobs so them suckers to lose it
Abuse they and now the whole village is, been shot to pieces
Cause are bitin that same stupid shit I mean that feces
Boy don't me, if you ain't got no work
I'm strictly these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
Search boy, about your dough long like Lurch, boy
Every time I heard you rhymin like a 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
Ain't a thing could explain pertains
To it's a stain that rain
See summer roll around niggas holla change
Then steady move them ki's like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature
just died, December's alive
Thus it ain't no ride
Just individual's way to home
The bacon bacon was all gone
Makin it our own, me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of no-no's
No you ain't solo, even lower levels you can go
Take sun people, put 'em in a of snow

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