Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
When it down to G shit, I get it all
When it to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
diamonds like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the 'round my neck
I keep in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to a bitch
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P 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 a Hot Boy gotta 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)
'cause I'm my thang
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
nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm 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 love
They don't wanna see me ballin', 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 too much
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one with the 32 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 Money nigga
Right around ten
That's what I (uh) work
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My just pure awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just need contacts
'cause I'm the little one the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in a Jag 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 them 4 99's I got
All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this Roley I got, you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin
I 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My gettin' 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 sold a million records and I'm still
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still

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