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 to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, 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 out the bottle
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

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
I love the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My Rolex crushed out, my chrome spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to it
Don't you wish you could be in my just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
think I'm doin' 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 the wallin'
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 with
The number one stunner who drive these crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
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 by in a Jag with the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we like there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 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 nigga lay a
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm to go to Disneyland
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my momma's ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured a movie star
She don't know a damn thing about a car
I'm up
Now peep this dollar smile in my mouth
And all luxury shit I got in my house
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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