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 that watch, yo, yo

[Fat
I went from Jackie to Janice, to Tameka
She had the ass if my niggaz woulda seen her
See a nigga on, you know it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum watchin eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, the Motorola phone
in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone
We here; back to the Bronx where the real say
Every Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
Every other week I hear somebody to kill me
But I be out of town, gettin 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 that rock
you can lick lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get wet wipes
You know Joey G'd up, I got 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 ice cream?
Hey - everybody screamin for ice cream
When she screams, I scream, I scream, she
Hey - screamin for that ice cream
Ice cream, I'm the ice man
Yes the ice cream, I'm the man [3X]

[T.A.]
I'm feelin like the Bronx 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 call me what you
I'll, yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many hoes some I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two freaks when I 'em
Always get new ones, old 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
we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the back
My is money, better have my money ASAP
I done came up, I can bet them hate that
If your girl leave with me, she keep comin
Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me

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

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