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 come to hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin'
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get
I'm shined out, ten on my wrist
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I don't 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)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
bling, bling bling

My Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know 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 I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love
don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my against the wallin'
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to take it and murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't it, I be with baby
The one stunner who drive 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 ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
Right ten figgas
what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You meet me?
You just might need
'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 cool, 'cause 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 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 at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 'bout 20 rims, up in the restaurant
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya
What if my baby momma's by, lookin good
I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep million dollar smile in my mouth
And all luxury shit I got in my house
I sold a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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