Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
When it comes to G shit, I get it all
When it to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport like I tote a tech
Baby a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my
I keep in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I out to please a bitch
She could get on her
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 I'm 'bout murderin'
I gotta say it
You don't cross me, I 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 Rolex crushed out, my 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 doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' 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 but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I help it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive these 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 youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's what I (uh) work
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday shine, black
You meet me?
You just might contacts
'cause I'm the little one 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 there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All them bitches out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 'bout 20 rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie
She don't know a damn 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 a million records and I'm still goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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