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 gold 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 started beeping, I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't it no more, I had more money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the and tonight was my fling
You see on the streets they're players but one king
Now that's the 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 brand new
I had adversaries but very few close 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 maxin' out with two cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too to speak?"
Now was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be on the women and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a 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 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 gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the door
More gold than a Aztec, leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile across his
Then a light hit his and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved outside
To see Donald D's super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, of course
It like a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in on the dash
Then out of no where came a 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 hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The that I quit
The that I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic it
The I retire, would be the same night that my whole life expire