Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a night on the streets of Cali
on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's
Left a pound and a half of that still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my
Picked three up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper beeping, I threw that shit 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 streets they're players but only one
Now that's the title I 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 adversaries but 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 two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the
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 chrome-plated 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 that
And I the bail '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 door
More gold a Aztec, black leather 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 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 flyest shit off gasoline"
Everyone in the moved quickly outside
To see Donald D's ultimate fly ride
It was black, it was low, twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, of course
It like a jet
"Yo man, I it with cash"
It had 'Donald D' in gold on the dash
Then out of no where came a shot across the
I felt in my chest and my knees got weak
There was blood on my 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 all this hustlin', playin' shit
ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the same night my whole life expire