Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Age

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

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

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

With my new Tim, try again
Up against the full wind, I'm an alien
Generate, penetrate, bust
Then fled, sick in the head
Rippin' motherfuckers to

Facsimiles, don't know, or foe
Elusive, nigga this exclusive, evidence
Your vision is range
Rearranged, restructured, and decomposed
Disassembled, dismembered, reconstructed,

Perfected, demolished, rejected, fo'
I'm supposed to know this nigga
I neva seen him before, my life
ass nigga, who tha fuck you supposed to be?

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

gone, quick, get a duck sick trick
Not the one to fuck
My bitch pimpin' on some Nike Flight shit
Ludicrous 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 pampered or
To regulate, and delegate power
Nigga touch sumtin', touch no one and die
You drain battery you barely talkin' like Teddy Ruxpin

See that's whattup, nigga, I give a fuck
Spit some 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 permit me

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

So why you givin' groupies all Lucci?
been known for fuckin' hoochies in Suzuki's
And slippin' bougie bitches
yet feared, severe yet loved

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

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

I for my homeboys
I for my homeboys
Nigga it's all about the
It's all about the
Let's get rich, 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 you love me too much
But don't like enough
And, homey, that's it, your hands probably got
From the way you be swingin' on my

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