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 to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
diamonds like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I keep in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
I play, you know I'm 'bout 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 Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you my back
Paper on 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 cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You wan' me?
You just need contacts
'cause I'm the little one the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I by in a Jag with 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

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

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