Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes to stuntin', I pull it all
it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I '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 gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of I'mma do next, gotta respect
I out to please a bitch
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten 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 don't me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm my thang
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
you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry but faces, never quarters and pennies
I at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out
think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my
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 it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game 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 ten figgas
That's I (uh) work with
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, could you do
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You wan' me?
You just might contacts
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you now them 4 99's I got expired
All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
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 lay a stunt
Braggin' 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 both a G's to get them out the hood
My momma chauffeured like a movie star
She know a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar in my mouth
And all this shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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