Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday on the streets of Cali
on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of shit still in the dresser
I slapped a in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
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 money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and tonight was my
You see on the streets they're players but one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is fast
You get in and get out if you expecting to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin' in his new Benz
I had many 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 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 on the women and a brother he'd stomp
a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I you and all
But what's up that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he
Hoes grabbed for niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, a smile across his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn
"Yo Ice you the coolest and 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 that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, 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 felt in my chest and my knees got weak
There was blood on my and I fell to to the ground
And all I could was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot 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 same that my whole life expire