Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
When it down to G shit, I get it all
When it to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
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 of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
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 I'm 'bout murderin'
I gotta say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

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

My Rolex crushed out, my chrome spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it
you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
on everything I have, so how you love that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
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 one stunner who drive these girls 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)

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

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

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