Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta
I out to please a bitch
She could get on her
I'm to get rich
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the
I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I gotta say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
I love the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm 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
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 'cause I'm Black, huh, you ridin' my back
Paper on I have, so how you love that
They don't see me ballin', wanna 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 murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one stunner who these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya (momma)

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It's Cash Money youngest
Right ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You wan' me?
You might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get your 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 stunt like there's no
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, 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 some of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the
But it ain't over, I'm to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand?
What if my baby ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' like a movie star
She know a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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