Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ice

[B.G.]
When it comes to stuntin', I pull it all
it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I 'em all
When it to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta
I ain't out to please a
She could get on her
I'm tryin' to get
I'm shined out, ten karats on my
Flyin' class, me and my whole click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't me, I don't 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)
'cause I 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 don't know how to it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a
nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police 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
don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank against the
I floss but get too
My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll you
Ya say I too much
I can't help it, I be baby
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Money youngest nigga
Right around ten
That's I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh)
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, could you do
with the bezel
Who that be, Wayne,
Look at his chain,
Sometimes I grey,
diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine,
You meet me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I by in a Jag with the top low
hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we like there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
CMR, nigga CMR

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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got
All them plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
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 G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured a movie star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep this dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my
I done a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's gone

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