Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday night on the streets of
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede
Threw on enough for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, a clip in my sock
Picked three up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my started beeping, I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and tonight was my
You see on the they're players but only one king
Now the title I held but the game is real 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 adversaries but 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 whole jam to stare
And as we walked through the they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two 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 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 up with that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when boys took that fall?
And I the bail 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and shut the fuck up
Just I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he
Hoes for they niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole place
"Yo Ice you the and Evil you mean
But I got the flyest shit off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly
To see Donald D's ultimate super fly
It was black, it was low, cost twice of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I it with cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold on the
Then out of no where came a across the street
I felt pain in my and my knees got weak
There was blood on my and I fell to to the ground
And all I hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The that I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin', shit
ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the same night my whole life expire