Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands
And give a warm
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 of my bikey
I got the mink for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey

They should have named me Dr.
I'm the coldest nigga y'all 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 boys a
Ice iceman, I ice my boo
all over, from my head to her shoe

Ice in the mail Jacob, boo
I got a million dollar prala behind ya too
It's million dollar mob behind me, boo
Now watch the fuck I do
'em down, wipe '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 icey in the burgundy
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he was here
On them white-wall tires with white-wall rims

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

Put ice on my Benz, on the twenty rims
And I ice my lens with the barberry
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to
ring, icey icey in a bird nest

I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably
lot of hits, whole 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 dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a
I got fifteen karats, 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 that 'L.A. Is Best'

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

Let me tell you 'bout what we are is we are
Ice cold money makin', see ya
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, know who want this ice shit
For this game, nigga, it ain't no
See ya morra for life, nigga, my whole crew shinnin',
Busy, Birdman, third world magnolia,

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

See Jimmy, you holdin' down back
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, ya head up, biatch

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,