Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes to stuntin', I pull it all
When it down to G shit, I get it all
When it to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I keep bustas in of what I'mma do next, gotta 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
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

Tymers]
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 but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm 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 don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me
Got it off wit my tank against the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who these girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
Tell me, kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
Right ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, you do better?
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My just pure awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You meet me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got
Me and my niggas, we like 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 nigga lay a
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 like a movie
She know a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million 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 about my watch and my chain, it's gone

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