Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check 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 that watch, yo, yo

Joe]
I went Jackie to Janice, Trina to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz woulda her
See a nigga on, you know it I'm gone
Front of the watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola
Hopped in the spaceship, whole 'nother
We outta back to the Bronx where the real say
Every last Sunday of the month call it day
Every other I hear somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, gettin 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 rock thick
Shorty you can lick lick, suck on this big (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get your wet
You know G'd up, I got every stripe
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm more fearless every one of my killers
If your girl leaves me, she gon' keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice
Hey - everybody for that ice cream
When she screams, I scream, I scream, she
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 most wanted, how they all want it
When it come to pretty women fuck them by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me what you
I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 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
"Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach
Come and get your ice cream, lil' mama lay
(Where at?) On the lap of
Cause we be trizzin, hit you from the and the back
My is money, better have my money ASAP
I came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If your girl with me, she gon' keep comin
Comin cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel 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 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
good taste, put you in a good space
Sat back, check her shape, good
plus she vegan, I'm for you like Swiss cake
My is you and me in love, the plug 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! super 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