Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes 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
it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck
I bustas in suspense of what 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 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 me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
I love 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 could be in my shoes for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, you ridin' my back
on everything I have, so how you love that
They don't 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 stun too
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's what I (uh) with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture
It's a must, everyday shine, black
You wan' me?
You might need contacts
I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 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 bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin
I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' like a movie star
She don't know a thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this shit I got in my house
I done sold a records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, still gone

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