Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

Ladies and Gentlemen, this man is the author of the book
'Pimps Are Too'
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 salmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the and all that

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

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

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

Ice in the mail Jacob, boo
I got a million dollar prala behind ya too
It's million dollar mob behind me, boo
Now what the fuck 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 burgundy
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, with the million shoe
at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch eighteen as he kill the city

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
Pinky ring, icey icey in a 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 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, as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my
shape, we shape, my shit 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
Ballin' nice and E-Z, S S I bought from fresh
With the Cali plate that read 'L.A. Is Best'

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

Let me tell you what we are is what we are
Ice money makin', see ya marra
And we gon' keep ballin' 'til they 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 who want this ice shit
For this game, nigga, it no secret
See ya for life, nigga, my whole crew shinnin', nigga
Busy, Birdman, third magnolia, biatch

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

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

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,