Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Age

Ay, how come you gimme no pussy tonight?
Aight, well, shake the spot then, you 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, Is life fucked up?
They let the in this muthafucka, Ice Age

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See that's whattup, nigga, I give a fuck
Spit some shit so nasty it 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 sand
Shitftin' across the surface of tha
State warrior
Let my nuts hang like in nuisance

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

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

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

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

We all in the game
But every got his personal chess board
But how many pieces can you
We got reason to believe you a
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 like yourself enough
And, homey, that's it, your hands probably got
From the way you be on my dick

That's why your main squeeze fuck me for free
Slit the on my monkey 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