Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it down 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
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport diamonds like I tote a
tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't 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 shined out, ten karats on my
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
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 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)
'cause I'm my thang
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My Rolex crushed out, my stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I 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', at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm wrong, but nope, I'm right now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that 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 tank against the
I but get dirty too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I too much
I can't help it, I be baby
The one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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

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Now you now them 4 99's I got expired
All bitches 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 inch rims, up in the
But it ain't over, I'm to go to Disneyland
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my momma's ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get out the hood
My gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
She don't a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this million dollar smile in my
And all this shit I got in my house
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, still gone

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