Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes to stuntin', I pull it all
When it comes to G shit, I get it all
it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't the diamonds 'round my neck
I bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
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 floss too
Look, I'm out

[Big
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 chrome 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
Paper on I have, so how you love that
They don't see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank the wallin'
I floss but get too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't help it, I be with
The number one stunner who these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
Right 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,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just might need
I'm the little one with 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 there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All them bitches 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
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 momma's ride by, lookin
I gave 'em both a G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar smile in my
And all luxury shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm goin'
Don't ask about my and my chain, it's still gone

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