Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

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

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

They should named me Dr. Freeze
'Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all 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
Iced all over, 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 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 icey in the coupe
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was
On white-wall tires with them white-wall rims

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

Put ice on my Benz, on the twenty rims
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 the ice clique, we unexplainably 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 dollar game, with as fly as freak
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 cold six four, 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 out and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big G, my rounds out
And Exey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice and wear suits

Let me tell you 'bout we are is what we are
Ice cold money makin', see ya
And we gon' keep ballin' 'til close the bar
And do the same damn 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 game, nigga, it ain't 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 stunnin' and you talk enough
To make a man walk, I'm a tell you like this, dog

See Jimmy, you holdin' down there
Nigga, keep your up, I'ma say
Elton, are you still one of the niggas out there nigga?
You front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,