Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check it
Whattup Big K-O-J
Yeah...
is the ice cream, yeah the ice cream 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 fattest ass if my niggaz seen her
See a on, before you know it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum girls eyes roam
Just a nigga, with the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the Bronx the real say
Every last of the month call it Krillz day
Every other week I hear somebody tryin to me
But I be out of town, gettin money where the lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she ice cream
Says she's on a diet so I hit her with the cream
I got the sweetest love, you know rock thick
Shorty you can lick lick, suck on big dick (AOW!)
up, shit, you better get your wet wipes
You know Joey G'd up, I got every
I got on the side of mountains
I'm more than every 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 that ice
she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams
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 come to pretty fuck them womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me you wanna
I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 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 ones play 'em
"Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach
Come and get ice cream, lil' 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 them niggaz hate
If your girl leave with me, she gon' comin
Comin cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent know
We at a large brunch, the God's punch
Kayla Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my was rugged, my whip was 400
Gangsters I was flashed all hundreds
couture to store shit
Let me get the love the worker exhausted, I forced it
(That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly it, might be what'chu want
With good taste, put you in a good
Sat back, check her shape, shape
she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake
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 fly shit, y'knahmean?
On A.C.G. shit, that fly Pelle
Jumpin out that new whip on my own tip
Little mami you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me