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 hot girls, I pull 'em all
it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin'
Try to stay cool so I don't the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
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 out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I don't you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
bling, bling bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to it
you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love
don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my 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 it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta the south,
me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Money youngest nigga
Right ten figgas
That's I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My just pure awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just might need
I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like 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 lookin' for hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the
My momma chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn thing about a car
I'm up
Now peep 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 about my and my chain, it's still gone

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