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 to pullin' 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' nickel like he wrappin'
Try to stay so I don't 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 get on her knees
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I gotta say it
You don't 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)
I love the rep
I ice (whole world)
I'm doin' my thang
I ice
bling, bling bling

My Rolex 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
nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out
think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you my back
on everything I have, so how you love that
They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me
Got it locked off wit my against the wallin'
I floss but get too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
Tell me, kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's what I (uh) work
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You wan' me?
You might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got
Me and my niggas, we stunt there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at Roley 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 to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
What if my baby momma's by, lookin good
I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' like a movie star
She don't know a thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my
I done sold a million records and I'm goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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