Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I 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
Baby a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I out to please 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 out the bottle
I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I gotta say it
You don't me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

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1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
I love the rep
I ice (whole world)
I'm doin' 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 just 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
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love
They don't wanna see me ballin', 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 can't it, I be with baby
The one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
Right ten figgas
what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My just 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
I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get your 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
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
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
'bout 20 inch 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 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this 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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