Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the of the book
'Pimps Are Too'
He is also the president of 'Guns, Bitches and
He controls all the seafood trade

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

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

Stunner and T Kizzie so icey
gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
I got the coat for wifey, wifey
icey, my wifey wifey

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

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

Ice in the mail Jacob, boo
I got a million dollar seat behind ya too
It's million mob that's behind me, boo
Now watch what the I do
Wipe 'em down, wipe 'em down,

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 was here
On white-wall tires with them white-wall rims

It's the million dollar ice, ice pumped up
I got ice all over, with the million shoe
at iced 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 the barberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to
Pinky ring, icey icey in a nest

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

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 dollar game, with as fly as
Princess, bigness, ice on my
Round shape, we shape, my is a fool
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 Cali license plate read 'L.A. Is Best'

Big Wop is iced out and iced out
Tiny-toe, big G, my rounds out
And Exey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice and Gucci suits

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

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 who want this ice shit
For this game, nigga, it no secret
See ya morra for life, nigga, my whole shinnin', nigga
Busy, Birdman, third magnolia, biatch

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

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

My brother's in shit ya heard me, biatch
believe me, nigga

Birdcall, motherfucker,