Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

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

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 hands
And give a welcome
To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo
Hey, turn up J. microphone

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

They should have 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 so cool
So so icey, the a fool
Ice iceman, I ice my boo
all over, from my head to her shoe

Ice in the from Jacob, boo
I got a million prala seat behind ya too
million dollar mob that's behind me, boo
Now watch 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 in the burgundy coupe
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he was here
On them white-wall tires with white-wall rims

It's the dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, the million dollar shoe
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 cold to
Pinky ring, icey in a bird nest

I'm the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
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
shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
I got fifteen karats, ice, my boo

to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, dro
Ballin' nice and E-Z, S S that I from fresh
With the Cali license that read 'L.A. Is Best'

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

Let me you 'bout what we are is what we are
Ice money makin', see ya marra
And we gon' keep ballin' 'til 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 game, nigga, it ain't no secret
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 stunnin' and you enough shit
To make a cripple man walk, I'm a you like this, dog

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

My brother's in this ya heard me, biatch
Please believe me,

Birdcall, motherfucker,