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
When it come to hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my
I keep bustas in suspense of what 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
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
Never I play, you I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I don't you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

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

My Rolex crushed out, my chrome 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 but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on I have, so how you love that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll you
Ya say I too much
I can't help it, I be baby
The one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta the south,
Tell me, what nigga 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) with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday shine, black
You wan' 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
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no
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 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 inch rims, up in the
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
What if my baby ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the
My momma gettin' chauffeured a movie star
She don't know a damn thing about a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all luxury shit I got in my house
I done sold a million and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still

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