Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Age

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

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

I ride for my
I for my homeboys
Nigga, all about 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 sick in the
Rippin' motherfuckers to

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 supposed to know this
I neva seen him before, my life
ass nigga, who tha fuck you supposed to be?

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

Money gone, quick, get a duck sick
Not the one to fuck
My bitch pimpin' on some Nike Flight shit
iron mic shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

What part of the game is this?
the mic, the money, the pussy and the order
The the overpopulated, get fucked and ovary-copulated
So all you chumps on You owe me an apology shit
your apology out my dick

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

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

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

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