Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday night on the streets of
Threw on my dope suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's
a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a 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 than
See, I was the game and tonight was my fling
You see on the streets they're but only one king
Now that's the I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you to last
Now my homeboy was downstairs chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it class
Hit the like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they 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 from the coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother stomp
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 that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys that fall?
And I posted the 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and shut the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front
More gold than a Aztec, black he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggas D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a across his face
Then a light hit his and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the and Evil you mean
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the moved quickly outside
To see Donald D's super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost that of my Porsche
A Ferrari, convertible of course
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold on the
Then out of no came a shot across the street
I felt pain in my and my knees got weak
was blood on my hands and I fell to to the ground
And all I could was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The that I quit
The night that I ended all hustlin', playin' shit
It's ain't it
The I retire, would be the same night that my whole life expire