Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday night on the of Cali
Threw on my dope suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a in my sock
three grand 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 tonight was my
You see on the streets players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real
You gotta get in and get out if you expecting to
Now my homeboy Evil was chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the
High-signin' was his and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they bills in the air
I my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone cold 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 he'd
Smack a in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I you and all
But up with that six g's you owe me, man
when your boys took that fall?
And I posted the 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the up
Just then I saw hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he
Hoes grabbed for niggas when D hit the set
'Cause Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile across his
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the coolest and you mean
But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly
To see Donald D's ultimate super fly
It was black, it was low, twice that of my Porsche
A Ferrari, convertible of course
It purred a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had 'Donald D' in gold on the dash
Then out of no where came a across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my knees got
There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the
And all I hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The night that I
The night that I ended all hustlin', playin' shit
ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the night that my whole life expire