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
it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I tote a
Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the '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 on my wrist
Flyin' class, me and my whole click, now
a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm murderin'
I ain't say it
You don't me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy floss too
Look, I'm out

[Big
1 - I ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I
I ice (lil' momma)
'cause I the rep
I ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my
I ice
Bling bling, bling

My Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so money, I don't know how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute
Carry but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now
'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you that
They don't wanna see me ballin', see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my against the wallin'
I floss but get too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I can't help it, I be with
The number one stunner who drive girls crazy,
The one with the 32 in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Cash Money nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
Pockets are (uh)
is my purpose
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' the bezel
Who be, that's Wayne,
Look at his chain,
I wear grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just awful
And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You meet me?
You might need contacts
'cause I'm the 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 like there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot
Nigga CMR, 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 lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a lay a stunt
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
I 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie
She don't know a damn thing about a car
I'm up
Now peep million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this shit I got in my house
I done sold a records and I'm still goin'
ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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