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 pullin' hot girls, I 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
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 out the bottle
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

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1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
I love the rep
I ice (whole world)
I'm doin' my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so money, I don't know how to spend it
Don't you you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies
I at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out
Police I'm doin' 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 wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank the wallin'
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I help it, I be with baby
The one stunner who drive these girls 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 youngest nigga
Right around ten
what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday shine, black
You meet me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the little one 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 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 bitches plushed out on 20 inch
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this Roley I got, 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 baby momma's ride by, good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie
She don't know a damn about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep million dollar smile in my mouth
And all luxury 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 gone

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