Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday on the streets of Cali
on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on gold for any girl's pleasure
a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a 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 shit in the
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than
See, I was quitting the game and tonight was my
You see on the streets they're but only one king
Now the title 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 adversaries 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 like two titans, the whole jam stopped to
And as we walked through the crowd threw 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 from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the 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 up with that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys took that
And I posted the bail yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
then I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what 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 you mean
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
in the party moved quickly outside
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 on the dash
Then out of no where came a across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my knees got
There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the
And all I hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
Somebody had me
The night that I
The that I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic it
The night I retire, would be the same night that my whole expire