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
it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin'
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to a bitch
She get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get
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 ain't say it
You cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

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1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
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 stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it
you wish 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
Police think I'm wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my
Paper on I have, so how you love 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 stun too
I help it, I be with baby
The one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Money youngest nigga
Right ten figgas
That's I (uh) work with
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear 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 meet me?
You just need contacts
I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 I got expired
All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for hell 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 to go to Disneyland
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my baby ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a G's to get them out the hood
My gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million smile in my mouth
And all this shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm still
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's gone

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