Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
on enough gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a 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 beeper started beeping, I threw that in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more 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 gotta get in and get out if you expecting to
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin' in his new Benz
I had many but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with
Hit the door two titans, the whole jam stopped 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 rich now, man, you too to speak?"
Now Jazz was a from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute, say just for fun
And he was known for his 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 when your boys took fall?
And I the bail 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front
gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggas D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is Donald D get
eyes hit mine, then a smile across his face
Then a hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the and Evil you mean
But I got the flyest rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party quickly outside
To see Donald D's super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold on the
Then out of no where came a shot across the
I felt pain in my chest and my 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 night that I
The night that I ended all this hustlin', shit
It's ironic it
The night I retire, would be the night that my whole life expire