Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down 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 come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in 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 out, ten karats on my wrist
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout
I ain't say it
You don't me, I don't cross you
But a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look, I'm out

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
bling, bling bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
Police I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on I have, so how you love that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my against the wallin'
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't it, I be with baby
The number one who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta the south,
Tell me, what kinda rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
Right around ten
That's what I (uh) work
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who be, that's Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
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
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you now them 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
Braggin' 'bout 20 rims, up in the restaurant
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby ride by, lookin good
I 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie
She don't a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar smile in my
And all this shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's gone

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