Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down to stuntin', I pull 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 diamonds like I tote a
tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, respect
I out to please a bitch
She could get on her
I'm tryin' to get
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm 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 you could 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
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 love
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 too much
I can't help it, I be with
The number one stunner who these girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
Right ten figgas
what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, 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 your off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you now them 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 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 ain't over, I'm to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
I 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I sold a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, still gone

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