Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes 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
it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I tote a
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the 'round 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 out, ten karats 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 gotta say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But a Hot Boy gotta 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)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My Rolex 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 shoes 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
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my
on everything I have, so how you love that
They don't see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one stunner who drive these crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Money youngest nigga
Right ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You meet me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this Roley I got, you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' like a movie star
She don't know a 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 sold a million and I'm still goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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