Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the
'Pimps Are People
He is also the president of 'Guns, Bitches and
He also controls all the 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 hands
And give a warm
To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo
Hey, turn up J. Fizzle's

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

They should named me Dr. Freeze
'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 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 seat 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 icey in the coupe
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was
On them white-wall tires them white-wall rims

It's the dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, the million dollar shoe
Look at iced up dro back, 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
ring, icey icey in a bird nest

I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of
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 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
Ballin' and E-Z, S S that I bought from fresh
With the Cali plate that read 'L.A. Is Best'

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

Let me tell you 'bout what we are is we are
Ice cold money makin', see ya
And we gon' keep '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 want this ice
For this game, nigga, it ain't no
See ya morra for life, nigga, my crew shinnin', nigga
Busy, Birdman, world 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, your head up, I'ma say
Elton, are you still one of the niggas out there nigga?
You ain't at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,