Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

Ladies and Gentlemen, young man is the author of the book
'Pimps Are People
He is also the president of 'Guns, and Automobiles'
He also all the seafood trade

He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the
The salmon, the little salmon, the big
The sardines, the cardads and all

Ladies and gentlemen, put your together
And give a welcome
To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo
Hey, up J. Fizzle's microphone

and T Kizzie that's so icey
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my
I got the coat for wifey, wifey
icey, my wifey wifey

They should have named me Dr.
'Cause I'm the coldest y'all done seen
Day rap met R&B
We got the Birdman, and me

Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my so cool
So so icey, the a fool
Ice iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her

Ice in the from Jacob, boo
I got a dollar prala seat behind ya too
It's million mob that's behind me, boo
Now watch the fuck I do
Wipe 'em down, 'em down, biatch

me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice
me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, R&B
I put ice on my mom and my too
It's mister icey in the burgundy coupe
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was
On them white-wall tires with white-wall rims

It's the million ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, the million dollar shoe
Look at up dro back, iced up me
Watch number eighteen as he kill the

Put ice on my Benz, on the twenty inch
And I ice my lens with the tims
I got ice on my wrist, too to melt
Pinky ring, icey in a bird nest

I'm from the ice clique, we rich
lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C O, the Birdman, whole lot of
Put it all together, that's a lot of shit

me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice
me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice

Ay, ay, T. Kizzie, big
I got million game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a
I got karats, icey ice, my boo

to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice six four, smokin' dro
nice and E-Z, S S that I bought from fresh
With the license plate that read 'L.A. Is Best'

Big Wop is out and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big G, my iced out
And Exey icey hot, and is too
We get money, spit ice and wear Gucci

Let me tell you 'bout what we are is we are
Ice money makin', see ya marra
And we keep ballin' 'til they close the bar
And do the same thing tomarra, oh yeah, oh yeah

me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice
me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice

Fo sho, nigga, y'all know who this ice shit
For this game, nigga, it no secret
See ya morra for life, nigga, my whole shinnin', nigga
Busy, Birdman, world magnolia, biatch

Say T Queezie, you too hot for me
See you stunnin' and you talk enough
To make a cripple man walk, I'm a you like this, dog

See Jimmy, you holdin' back there
Nigga, keep head up, I'ma say
Elton, are you still one of the hottest niggas out there
You ain't front at all nigga, keep ya up, biatch

My in this shit ya heard me, biatch
Please believe me,

Birdcall, motherfucker,