Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, Krillz on to 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 from Jackie to Janice, Trina to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz woulda her
See a on, before you know it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum watchin girls roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola
Hopped in the spaceship, whole 'nother
We outta here; back to the 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 money where the lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice
Says she's on a diet so I hit her with the light
I got the sweetest love, you know that thick
Shorty you can lick lick, suck on big dick (AOW!)
up, shit, you better get your wet wipes
You know 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 with me, she gon' keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice
Hey - everybody screamin for 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 womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can me what you wanna
I'll, take yo' she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many some names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two Johnny, two freaks when I slay '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 came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If your girl leave with me, she gon' keep
Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel with YSL
in burgun', serpent know well
We at a large brunch, discussin the punch
Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept at my shell son
And my velour was rugged, my was 400
I was with flashed all hundreds
Gucci couture to store
Let me get the number love the worker exhausted, I it
(That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, might be want
With taste, put you in a good space
Sat back, her shape, good shape
plus she vegan, I'm fiendin for you Swiss cake
My is you and me in love, the plug was a match
Gats on the center, pub
She laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks
Clean Aston, now I got my on her tits, but uhh

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