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 enough for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that still in the dresser
I slapped a in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Picked 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 need it no more, I had more than Brinks
See, I was quitting the and tonight was my fling
You see on the streets players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expecting to
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin' in his new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few friends
We to the set, E parked the car on the grass
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it 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 Jazz 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, some say for fun
And he was known for his pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my and I love you and all
But up with that six g's you owe me, man
'Member your boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail 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 leather he
Hoes grabbed for they when D hit the set
'Cause Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get
eyes hit mine, then a smile across his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you
But I got the flyest shit off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved 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' in gold on the dash
Then out of no where came a across 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 I quit
The night I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit
It's ain't it
The night I retire, would be the same night that my whole expire