Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull it all
When it comes to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I 'em all
it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, respect
I ain't out to a bitch
She get on her knees
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten 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 'bout
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look, I'm out

[Big
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 crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm 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 that
They don't wanna see me ballin', see me fallin'
Got it off wit my tank against the wallin'
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 with
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,
Tell me, what kinda rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

1

It's Cash youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I can't thuggin', it's just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You meet me?
You just might contacts
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

1

Now you now them 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 'bout 20 rims, up in the restaurant
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 chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this shit I got in my house
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone

1