Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday on the streets of Cali
Threw on my silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's
Left a pound and a half of shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, a clip in my sock
Picked grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my started beeping, I threw that shit in the sink
I need it no more, I had more money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and was my fling
You see on the streets they're players but one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real
You gotta get in and get out if you to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin' in his brand new
I had adversaries but very few close friends
We to the set, E parked the car on the grass
was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd
Smack a bitch in a minute, some say for fun
And he was known for his pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my and I love you and all
But what's up that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys took that
And I posted the 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
then I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black he wore
Hoes grabbed for niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's hit mine, then a smile across his face
a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the and Evil you mean
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
in the party moved quickly outside
To see D's ultimate super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, of course
It like a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had D' written in gold on the dash
Then out of no where a shot across the street
I felt pain in my and my knees got weak
There was blood on my hands and I to to the ground
And all I could was "Yo Ice is down!"
Somebody had me
The night that I
The night that I all this hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic it
The night I retire, would be the night that my whole life expire