Luyện nghe bài hát Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday night on the of Cali
on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a of that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, a clip in my sock
Picked grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beeping, I threw that in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and was my fling
You see on the they're players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expecting to
Now my Evil was downstairs chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it class
Hit the door like two titans, the jam stopped to stare
And as we through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone freaks
"Yo, up Ice, you rich 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 and a brother he'd stomp
a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated gun
"Yo Ice, you my and I love you and all
But what's up that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys that fall?
And I posted the bail yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and shut the fuck up
Just then I saw hit the front door
More than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile across his
a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you
But I got the flyest shit off gasoline"
Everyone in the moved quickly outside
To see Donald D's ultimate super fly
It was black, it was low, cost twice of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, of course
It like a jet
"Yo man, I it with cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold on the
Then out of no where came a shot the street
I felt pain in my and my knees got weak
was blood on my hands and I fell to to the ground
And all I could was "Yo Ice is down!"
had shot me
The that I quit
The night I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic it
The night I retire, would be the same night my whole life expire