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 come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 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 out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout
I gotta say it
You don't me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I 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 be in my shoes just for a minute
nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, 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 tank 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 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, game from the south,
Tell me, what nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Money youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's in my culture
It's a must, everyday shine, black
You wan' me?
You just need contacts
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your 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 there's no
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga 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 some 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 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 momma gettin' chauffeured a movie star
She don't a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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