Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

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

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
I step
I ice (lil' momma)
I love the rep
I ice (whole world)
I'm doin' my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so money, I don't know how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute
nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
Police I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
on everything I have, so how you love that
They wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
I but get dirty too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't it, I be with baby
The number one who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Money youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's I (uh) work with
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
I purchase
Oh, you do better?
with the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' me?
You might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, playa hater, get wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now 4 99's I got expired
All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin
I gave 'em both a G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured a movie star
She don't know a thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this dollar smile in my mouth
And all this shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm still
Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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