Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
When it comes to G shit, I get it all
it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I don't you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
I love the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
bling, bling bling

My Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so money, I don't know how to spend it
Don't you wish you be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you that
They don't wanna see me ballin', see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my against the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll you
Ya say I too much
I can't it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money nigga
Right around ten
That's I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry pure awful
And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You just need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got
Me and my niggas, we like there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 I got expired
All them plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
Braggin' 'bout 20 rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, good
I 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie
She don't a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar in my mouth
And all this luxury I got in my house
I sold a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my and my chain, it's still gone

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