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 enough gold for any girl's
Left a pound and a half of shit 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 threw that in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and was my fling
You see on the they're players 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 expecting to
Now my Evil was downstairs chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had adversaries but very few close friends
We to the set, E parked the car on the grass
High-signin' was his and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam to stare
And as we walked the crowd 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 and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute, say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated 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 posted the bail 'cause yo ass was up"
Evil gave ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front
gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what D get
Donald's hit mine, then a smile across his face
a light hit his ring 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 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, of course
It like a jet
"Yo man, I bought it 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 night I quit
The night that I ended all hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic it
The I retire, would be the same night that my whole life expire