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 rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to cool 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 could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout
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)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
I love 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 don't how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a
Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced 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 don't see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my against 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 girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game from the south,
me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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

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Now you boys now 4 99's I got expired
All them plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this Roley I got, you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
Braggin' 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, lookin
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured a movie star
She don't know a damn about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million smile in my mouth
And all luxury shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm still
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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