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 to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta
I ain't out to please a
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten 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 ain't say it
You don't cross me, I don't you
But understand a Hot Boy 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 doin' my
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My Rolex crushed out, my chrome spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't how to spend it
Don't you you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and
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 I have, so how you love that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I help it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive these crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya (momma)

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It's Cash Money nigga
Right ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who be, that's Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's in my culture
It's a must, I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just might contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, playa hater, get your off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt 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 plushed out on 20 inch tires
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 inch rims, up in the
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin
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 drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this dollar smile in my mouth
And all luxury shit I got in my house
I done sold a records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still

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