Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes to stuntin', I pull it all
When it comes to G shit, I get it all
it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he gifts
Try to stay cool so I melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep in suspense 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 shined out, ten karats on my
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
Never I play, you I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I don't 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 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 nothin' but faces, 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 I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love
don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it off wit my tank against the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to take it and murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't it, I be with baby
The number one 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 Money nigga
Right ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, could you do
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My just pure awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get your off me
I ride by in a Jag 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 them 4 I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 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 by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a G's to get them out the hood
My gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my
I done sold a million and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, still gone

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