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 need 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, before you know it I'm
of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, whole zone
We here; back to the Bronx where the real say
Every last Sunday of the month 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 Joey G'd up, I got every stripe
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm fearless than every one of my killers
If your girl leaves me, she gon' keep comin
She keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice
Hey - everybody screamin for 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 all want it
When it to pretty women fuck them womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me you wanna
I'll, yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so hoes some names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two freaks when I '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 the front and the back
My time is money, have my money ASAP
I done came up, I can bet niggaz hate that
If your girl with me, she gon' keep comin
keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was mixed with YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent know
We at a large brunch, discussin the punch
with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty 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 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, lickin her lips, to flicks
Aston, now I got my hand 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