Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cold

Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the of the book
Are People 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 little salmon, the big
The sardines, the cardads and all

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

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

They should have named me Dr.
'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 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 million prala seat behind ya too
It's dollar mob that's behind me, boo
Now watch the fuck I do
Wipe 'em down, 'em down, biatch

me why, why is it so
I'm so, oh, ice cold?
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 was here
On them tires 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
number eighteen as he kill the city

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

I'm the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of
C O, the Birdman, whole lot of
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
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 iced out
And icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice and wear Gucci

Let me tell you what we are is what we are
Ice cold money makin', see ya
And we gon' keep ballin' 'til they the bar
And do the same damn thing tomarra, oh yeah, oh

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 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 stunnin' and you talk enough
To make a man walk, I'm a tell you like this, dog

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

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

Birdcall, motherfucker,