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
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta
I out to please a bitch
She could get on her
I'm tryin' to get
I'm shined out, ten on my wrist
first 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 cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta 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 crushed out, my stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it
Don't you wish you be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you that
They don't wanna see me ballin', see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
I but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to take it and murder you
Ya say I too much
I help it, I be with baby
The one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice hit ya momma (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?
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we like there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you now them 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 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
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the
But it ain't over, I'm to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin
I gave 'em both a G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' like a movie star
She don't know a damn about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's gone

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