Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check it
Whattup Big 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 need that 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
of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, whole zone
We outta here; back to the Bronx the real say
last Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
Every other week I hear somebody to kill me
But I be out of town, gettin money the bills lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice
Says she's on a so I hit her with the light cream
I got the sweetest love, you know that thick
Shorty you can lick lick, suck on this big (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get wet wipes
You know Joey G'd up, I got stripe
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm more fearless every one of my killers
If your girl with me, she gon' keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she 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 man [3X]

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

Yo,
Who smelled the It was Chanel mixed with YSL
Flagged in burgun', know well
We at a large brunch, discussin the God's
Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, kept starin at my shell son
And my was rugged, my whip was 400
I was with flashed all hundreds
Gucci couture to 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
good taste, put you in a good space
Sat back, her shape, good shape
plus she vegan, I'm for you like Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the was a match
Gats on the center, pub
She laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks
Aston, now I got my hand 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 mami you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me