Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
diamonds like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to a bitch
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout
I ain't say it
You don't me, I don't cross you
But a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look, I'm out

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1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
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 stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to it
you wish you could be in my shoes 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 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my
Paper on everything I have, so how you that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to take it and murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game from the south,
Tell me, what kinda rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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

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Now you boys now them 4 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' 'bout 20 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 this shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm still
Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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