Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' class, me and my whole click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you I'm 'bout murderin'
I gotta 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)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
I'm doin' my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay 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
Carry but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', 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 ridin' my
on everything I have, so how you love that
They 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 take it and murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't help it, I be baby
The one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I stop 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, hater, get your wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 tires
I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm to go to Disneyland
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a star
She don't know a damn thing about a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my
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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