Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, Krillz on to it
Big March? 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 that watch, yo, yo

[Fat
I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to
She had the fattest ass if my woulda seen her
See a on, before you know it I'm gone
of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We here; back to the Bronx where the real say
Every Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
other week I hear somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, money where the bills lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice
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 lick, on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get your wet
You know Joey G'd up, I got every
I got on the side of mountains
I'm more than every one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she gon' comin
She keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me (ow)

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

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

Yo,
Who smelled the It was Chanel mixed with YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent well
We at a large brunch, discussin the God's
Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, kept starin at my shell son
And my velour was rugged, my was 400
I was with flashed all hundreds
Gucci couture to store
Let me get the number love the exhausted, I forced it
(That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, might be what'chu
With good taste, put you in a space
Sat back, check her shape, good
she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the plug was a
on the center, Irish pub
She kept laughin, her lips, listen to flicks
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, fly Pelle
Jumpin out that new whip on my own tip
Little Dominican you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me