Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, 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 in my sock
three grand 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 than Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and 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 adversaries but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E the car on the grass
was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam to stare
And as we walked through the crowd threw bills in the air
I spied my man maxin' out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd
Smack a bitch in a minute, say just for fun
And he was known for his pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I you and all
But what's up with 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 shut the fuck 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 what Donald D wanted, is what D get
eyes hit mine, then a smile across his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn
"Yo Ice you the and Evil you mean
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved outside
To see Donald D's ultimate fly ride
It was black, it was low, twice that of my Porsche
A Ferrari, convertible of course
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had D' written in gold on the dash
Then out of no where came a shot the street
I pain in my chest and my knees got weak
There was on my hands and I fell to to the ground
And all I hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The that I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin', playin'
ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the same night that my whole expire