Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's
Left a pound and a half of shit still in the dresser
I a clip in my nine, threw 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 they're players but only one
Now that's the title I but the game is real fast
You get in and get out if you expecting to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few friends
We broke to the set, E the car on the grass
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with
Hit the like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two cold freaks
"Yo, up Ice, you rich 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 women and a brother he'd
Smack a bitch in a minute, some say for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated gun
"Yo Ice, you my and I love you and all
But up with that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys that fall?
And I posted the bail 'cause yo ass was up"
gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
Just then I saw hit the front door
gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they when D hit the set
what Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's hit mine, then a smile across his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole place
"Yo Ice you the coolest and you mean
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly
To see D's ultimate super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, of course
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in on the dash
Then out of no where a shot across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my got weak
There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the
And all I could was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The night I quit
The night that I ended all hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic it
The night I retire, be the same night that my whole life expire