Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
it comes 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 diamonds like I tote a
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin'
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my
I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect
I out to please a bitch
She get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I gotta say it
You cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

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

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

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It's Money youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you now them 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 at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
What if my baby 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 a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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