Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check it
Whattup Big K-O-J
Yeah...
This is the ice cream, the ice cream man
Ha, the ice cream, I'm the ice man
Uhh, T.A. all day
You don't need watch, yo, yo

[Fat
I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz seen her
See a nigga on, you know it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum watchin girls eyes
Just a nigga, with the Motorola phone
in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone
We here; back to the Bronx where the real say
Every last of the month call it Krillz day
Every other week I hear tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, money where the bills lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she ice cream
Says she's on a diet so I hit her the light cream
I got the sweetest love, you know that rock
Shorty you can lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get wet wipes
You Joey G'd up, I got every stripe
I got on the side of mountains
I'm more fearless than one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she gon' comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice
Hey - everybody screamin for that ice
When she screams, I scream, I scream, she
Hey - everybody for that ice cream
Ice cream, I'm the ice man
Yes the ice cream, I'm the cream man

[T.A.]
I'm feelin like the Bronx wanted, how they all want it
When it come to pretty women fuck them womens by the
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me you wanna
I'll, take yo' she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many hoes names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two freaks I slay 'em
Always get new ones, old ones play 'em
Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the
Come and get ice cream, lil' mama lay back
(Where at?) On the lap of
Cause we be trizzin, hit you the front and the back
My time is money, better have my ASAP
I done came up, I can bet niggaz hate that
If your girl leave with me, she gon' comin
keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the It was Chanel mixed with YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent know
We at a large brunch, discussin the God's
with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my velour was rugged, my was 400
Gangsters I was with all hundreds
couture to store shit
Let me get the number the worker exhausted, I forced it
(That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly it, might be what'chu want
With good taste, put you in a space
Sat back, check her shape, good
plus she vegan, I'm fiendin for you Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the was a match
on the center, Irish pub
She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to
Clean Aston, now I got my on her tits, but uhh

[Outro: Fat
Yeah! Hustle fly shit, y'knahmean?
On that A.C.G. shit, that fly
out that brand new whip on my own tip
Little Dominican you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me