Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check it
Whattup Big March?
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 seen her
See a nigga on, before you it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum girls eyes roam
a throwback nigga, with the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We here; back to the Bronx where the real say
Every Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
other week I hear somebody tryin 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 diet so I hit her with the cream
I got the sweetest love, you know that rock
Shorty you can lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!)
up, shit, you better get your wet wipes
You Joey G'd up, I got every stripe
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm more fearless than every one of my
If your leaves 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 for that ice cream
When she screams, I scream, I scream, she
Hey - everybody 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 come to pretty women fuck them womens by the
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 some names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two when I slay 'em
get new ones, old ones might play 'em
Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the
Come and get ice cream, lil' mama lay back
(Where at?) On the lap of
Cause we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the
My is money, better have my money ASAP
I came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If your girl leave with me, she gon' comin
Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed YSL
in burgun', serpent know well
We at a brunch, discussin the God's punch
with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my velour was rugged, my was 400
Gangsters I was flashed all hundreds
Gucci to store shit
Let me get the number love the exhausted, I forced it
(That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, be what'chu want
With good taste, put you in a space
Sat back, check her shape, shape
plus she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like 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
Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh

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