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 hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I tote a
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I melt the diamonds '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 shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' class, me and my whole click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I gotta say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

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

My Rolex crushed out, my chrome 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 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', wanna see me
Got it off wit my tank against 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 with
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
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You meet me?
You might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, hater, get your 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 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 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 over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin
I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma chauffeured like a movie star
She don't a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar smile in my
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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