Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my Bally's
Threw on gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that still in the dresser
I a clip 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 that shit in the sink
I need it no more, I had more money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the and tonight was my fling
You see on the they're players but only one king
Now that's the title I but the game 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 adversaries but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the
High-signin' was his and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they threw in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too 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
a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my and I love you and all
But what's up with six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys that fall?
And I the bail 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz 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 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 quickly
To see D's ultimate super fly ride
It was black, it was low, twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of
It like 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 pain in my chest and my knees got
There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the
And all I could was "Yo Ice is down!"
Somebody had me
The night that I
The that I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit
ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the same night my whole life expire