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 to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby a fo' nickel like 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 on my wrist
Flyin' 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 understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
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 out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to it
Don't you you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry but faces, never 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 everything I have, so how you that
They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
I floss but get too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't it, I be with baby
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 rock ice hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
Right ten figgas
what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, could you do
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't thuggin', it's just 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, playa hater, get your 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 no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All them plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at 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 fuckin' now, ya understand?
if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
I 'em both a hundred 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 million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I done sold a records and I'm still goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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