Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull it all
When it down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to hot girls, I pull 'em all
it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport like I tote a tech
tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I out to please a bitch
She get on her knees
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I ain't say it
You cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
I'm doin' my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't how to spend it
Don't you wish you be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love
don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank the wallin'
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to take it and murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't help it, I be with
The number one stunner who drive these crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
Tell me, kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

1

It's Money youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You meet me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got
Me and my niggas, we stunt there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

1

Now you boys now 4 99's I got expired
All them plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my momma's ride by, lookin good
I 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million smile in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I sold a million records and I'm still goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

1