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 come to rockin' ice, B.G. it all
Sport diamonds I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin'
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my
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 to get rich
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 understand a Hot Boy gotta too
Look, I'm out

Tymers]
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 crushed out, my stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't how to spend it
you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, 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 I have, so how you love that
They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me
Got it off wit my tank against the wallin'
I but get dirty too
My cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too
I help it, I be with baby
The number one who drive 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 rock ice hit ya momma (momma)

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It's Money youngest nigga
around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) with
are (uh) perkin'
Money is my
Whatever I
Oh, you do better?
Rollin' with the
Who that be, Wayne,
at his gold chain,
Sometimes I grey,
White diamonds, shaped,
My jewelry just pure
And I can't stop thuggin', it's in my culture
a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You meet me?
You just might need
'cause I'm the little one with the ice,
Please, hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in a Jag the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 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 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a
'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you deaf now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a star
She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car
I'm up
Now peep million 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 still

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