Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

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

and gentlemen, put your hands together
And give a warm
To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo
Hey, turn up J. microphone

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

They have 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, from my to her shoe

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

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

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

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 million 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
Ballin' nice and E-Z, S S that I from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read 'L.A. Is

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

Let me you 'bout what we are is what we are
Ice cold makin', see ya marra
And we gon' keep ballin' they 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 want this ice
For this game, nigga, it no secret
See ya morra for life, nigga, my whole crew shinnin',
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 tell you this, dog

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

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,