Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull it all
When it comes to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin'
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I keep in suspense of what 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 shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't me, I don't 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)
'cause I 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 wish you could be in my just for a minute
Carry but faces, never 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, you ridin' my back
on everything I have, so how you love that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank 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 help it, I be with
The number one who drive these girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game from the south,
me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't stop thuggin', it's in my culture
It's a must, I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, playa hater, get your off me
I ride by in a Jag 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 99's I got
All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch
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 rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My gettin' chauffeured 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 shit I got in my house
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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