Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday night on the streets of
Threw on my dope suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that shit in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my
Picked three up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beeping, I threw shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than
See, I was the game and tonight was my fling
You see on the streets they're players but one king
Now the title I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but few close friends
We broke to the set, E the car on the grass
High-signin' was his and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam to stare
And as we walked through the they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute, say just for fun
And he was for his chrome-plated 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 bail yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the up
Just I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for niggas when D hit the set
'Cause Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a across his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole place
"Yo Ice you the and Evil you mean
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party quickly outside
To see Donald D's super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my
A Testarossa Ferrari, of course
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I it with cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in on the dash
Then out of no where came a shot the street
I felt in my chest 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!"
had shot me
The that I quit
The night that I all this hustlin', playin' shit
ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the night that my whole life expire