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 come to pullin' hot girls, I 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I don't you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta 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)
I'm doin' my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so money, I don't know how to spend it
you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry but faces, never quarters and pennies
I at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you that
don't wanna see me ballin', wanna 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 with
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
me, what 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
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
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 thuggin', it's just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just might contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, I got more
Me and my niggas, we like there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 I got expired
All them bitches out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some 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 inch rims, up in the
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
What if my momma's ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie
She know 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 and I'm still goin'
Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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