Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull it all
When it down to G shit, I get it all
it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it to rockin' 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 bustas in suspense of I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She could get on her
I'm tryin' to get
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout
I gotta say it
You don't cross me, I don't you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
bling, bling bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and
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 don't see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it off wit my tank against the wallin'
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't help it, I be with
The number one stunner who drive these crazy,
The one the 32 platts 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 Cash youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My just pure awful
And I can't thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You wan' me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the little one 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, 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 boys now 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for some 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 rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you deaf 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 chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still

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