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
it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it 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 melt the diamonds my neck
I keep in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I out to please a bitch
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my
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 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
think 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 against the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, spitta from the south,
me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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

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

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