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 come to hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get
I'm out, ten karats 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 murderin'
I gotta say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
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
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm wrong, but nope, I'm right now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you that
They don't see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my against the wallin'
I floss but get too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
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, spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You wan' me?
You just might contacts
'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 stunt there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All them bitches out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this Roley I got, you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
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 ride by, good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the
My momma gettin' like a movie star
She don't know a thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar smile in my
And all this luxury shit I got in my
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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