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 cardads and all

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

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

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

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

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

Put ice on my Benz, on the inch 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 from the ice clique, we unexplainably
lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C O, the Birdman, lot of bricks
Put it all together, that's a 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 dollar game, with 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 cold six four, dro
nice and E-Z, S S that I bought from fresh
With the license plate that read 'L.A. Is Best'

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

Let me tell you 'bout what we are is 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 ice shit
For this game, nigga, it ain't no
See ya morra for life, nigga, my crew shinnin', nigga
Busy, Birdman, third world magnolia,

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

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

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,