Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

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

Joe]
I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz seen her
See a nigga on, before you it I'm gone
of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola
Hopped in the spaceship, whole zone
We outta here; to the Bronx where the real say
Every last Sunday of the month 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
she's on a diet so I hit her with the light cream
I got the sweetest love, you know rock thick
Shorty you can lick lick, on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you get your wet wipes
You know Joey G'd up, I got every
I got on the side of mountains
I'm more fearless every one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, cummin, she gon' love me (ow)

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

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

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

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