Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, off my suede Bally's
on enough gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a and a half of that shit still in the dresser
I a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Picked three up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beeping, I threw that shit in the
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than
See, I was quitting the and tonight was my fling
You see on the streets they're players but only one
Now that's the title I held but the game is fast
You get in and get out if you expecting to last
Now my homeboy was downstairs chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close
We broke to the set, E the car on the grass
was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam to stare
And as we through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd
Smack a bitch in a minute, say just for fun
And he was known for his pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my and I love you and all
But what's up with six g's you owe me, man
'Member when boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail 'cause yo ass was up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front
More than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggas D hit the set
'Cause Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you
But I got the flyest rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party quickly outside
To see Donald D's ultimate super fly
It was black, it was low, twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of
It like a jet
"Yo man, I bought it cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in on the dash
Then out of no where came a shot across the
I felt in my chest and my knees got weak
was blood on my hands and I fell to to the ground
And all I hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The night I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin', playin'
It's ironic it
The night I retire, would be the same night that my whole life