Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull it all
it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it to rockin' 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 the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to a bitch
She get on her knees
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' 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 cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

[Big
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 out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so money, I don't know how to spend it
Don't you you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you that
They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't help it, I be 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,
me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's what I (uh) work
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't stop thuggin', it's in my culture
It's a must, I'mma shine, black
You meet me?
You just might need
I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your 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 like no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
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 a damn thing about drivin' 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 about my and my chain, it's still gone

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