Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull it all
it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
diamonds like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to a bitch
She could get on her
I'm tryin' to get
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
Never I play, you I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute
nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
on everything I have, so how you love that
They don't wanna see me ballin', see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
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 number one stunner who drive these crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
Tell me, what nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
Right around ten
That's I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who be, that's Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, I'mma shine, black
You meet me?
You just might contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I ride by in a Jag 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
CMR, nigga 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 Roley I got, you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured a movie star
She don't know a damn thing about a car
I'm up
Now peep this million smile in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I done sold a million and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, still gone

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