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
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I 'em all
When it come to 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 out to please a bitch
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm my thang
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 wish you could be in my shoes just for a
nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
on everything I have, so how you love that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my against the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll you
Ya say I stun too
I help it, I be with baby
The one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 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
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, you do better?
with the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You meet me?
You just need contacts
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch
I'm lookin' for hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
Braggin' 'bout 20 rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my momma's ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie
She don't a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I done sold a records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, still gone

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