Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull it all
it comes 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 like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, respect
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get
I'm shined out, ten on my wrist
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 ain't 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)
I'm doin' my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't how to spend 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', at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm 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
don't wanna 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 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 kinda nigga 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
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold 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 shine, black
You meet me?
You just need contacts
'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
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch
I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
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 G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' like a movie star
She know a damn 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 sold a million records and I'm still
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still

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