Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday night on the of Cali
on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, a clip in my sock
three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beeping, I threw that shit in the
I didn't it no more, I had more money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and was my fling
You see on the streets players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is fast
You gotta get in and get out if you to last
Now my homeboy Evil was chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close
We to the set, E parked the car on the grass
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with
Hit the door like two titans, the jam stopped to stare
And as we through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd
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 with six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys that fall?
And I posted the 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and shut the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the door
More gold than a Aztec, black he wore
Hoes grabbed for they when D hit the set
'Cause what D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's hit mine, then a smile across his face
Then a hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"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 ultimate fly ride
It was black, it was low, twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I it with cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in on the dash
Then out of no came a shot across the street
I felt in my chest and my knees got weak
There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the
And all I hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The night I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin', shit
It's ironic it
The night I retire, would be the same night my whole life expire