Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I it all
When it down to G shit, I get it all
it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby 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 do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a
She get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get
I'm out, ten karats on my wrist
first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P out the bottle
Never I play, you I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't cross me, I cross you
But a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look, I'm out

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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 Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it
Don't you you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out
think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love
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 with
The number one stunner who these girls crazy,
The one the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My just pure awful
And I can't thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You meet me?
You just 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 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 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 lay a stunt
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 baby momma's ride by, lookin
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the
My gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
She don't a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm up
Now this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my
I done sold a million and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's gone

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