Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Age

Ay, how come you won't gimme no tonight?
Aight, well, shake the then, you think you special?
I hear your car keys jinglin', get the out

El Drex, you wanna do? Shai dog, what you wanna do?
Kurupt, the fuck you wanna do?
Nigga, is you a rider, nigga? Is life up?
They let the in this muthafucka, Ice Age

I for my homeboys
I for my homeboys
Nigga, it's all the money
It's all about the
get rich, what, what?

With my new Tiny Tim, try
Up the full wind, I'm an alien beast
Generate, penetrate, bust
Then fled, quick in the head
motherfuckers to shreds

Facsimiles, know, friend or foe
Elusive, this exclusive, conclusive evidence
Your vision is range
Rearranged, restructured, and decomposed
Disassembled, dismembered, reconstructed,

Perfected, demolished, rejected, fo'
Like I'm to know this nigga
I ain't seen him before, my life
Bitch ass nigga, who tha you supposed to be?

'Cause, niggaz, I grew up threw up shit
On some I don't give a fuck
Makin' enemies, shit
I'm on make a million bucks quick

Money gone, quick, get a sick trick
Not the one to wit'
My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Nike shit
iron mic shit

Stab yo cold heart a ice pick
Tha ice age, ice age
Tha ice age, ice age
yo cold heart wit' a ice pick

Now Ben must be either or crushed
To regulate, relegate and power
touch sumtin', touch no one and die slower
You drain battery you barely talkin' like Teddy Ruxpin

See that's whattup, nigga, I give a fuck
some shit so nasty it will make Lil' Kim blush
As if a 98 Bentley didn't me
To lay up in dis 60
But my conscience didn't permit me

I'm one black man
One third Jackie Chan and one sand
Shitftin' across the of tha land
Golden State
Let my hang like niggas in nuisance

So why you groupies all your Lucci?
I've known for fuckin' hoochies in Suzuki's
And slippin' bitches roofie
Loved yet feared, severe yet

The time titan, fightin' 3 million over night thugs
So get your hand out your
'Cause you can't stop shit, rock shit
Studio hustlaz claim got more ki's than a locksmith

What part of the game is Overtime
Gimme the mic, the money, the and the order
The more the overpopulated, get and ovary-copulated
So all you on some You owe me an apology shit
Suck your out my dick

I for my homeboys
I for my homeboys
Nigga it's all the money
all about the chips
Let's get rich, what,

We all pawns in the
But every pawn got his chess board
But how many pieces can you
We got to believe you a traitor
In 20 words or less Webster's definition of a hater

The why you hate me so bad
Is 'cause you love me too
But don't like yourself
And, homey, that's it, your hands probably got
the way you be swingin' on my dick

That's why your main squeeze fuck me for free
Slit the finger on my monkey then she dropped to one
If she playin' wit' her pussy, she can on my D
you can cum wit' me until 2 PAC