Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

Ladies and Gentlemen, young man is the author of the book
'Pimps Are Too'
He is also the of 'Guns, Bitches and Automobiles'
He also controls all the 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 hands
And give a warm
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 mink for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey

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

Ice in the mail Jacob, boo
I got a million dollar prala seat ya too
It's million dollar mob that's 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
mister icey icey in the burgundy coupe
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was
On them white-wall with them white-wall rims

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

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

I'm from the ice clique, we rich
lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C O, the Birdman, lot of bricks
Put it all together, a whole 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 million dollar game, 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
Ballin' nice and E-Z, S S that I bought fresh
the Cali license plate that read 'L.A. Is Best'

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

Let me tell you 'bout we are is what we are
Ice cold 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 this ice shit
For this game, nigga, it 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 talk enough
To a cripple man walk, I'm a tell you like this, dog

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

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,