Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, Krillz on to it
Big March? 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 need watch, yo, yo

Joe]
I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to
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
Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola
Hopped in the spaceship, whole zone
We outta here; back to the Bronx where the say
Every last Sunday of the month it Krillz day
Every week I hear somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, money where the bills lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice
Says she's on a so I hit her with the light cream
I got the love, you know that rock 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 side of
I'm more fearless every one of my killers
If girl leaves with me, she gon' keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice
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 most wanted, how they all it
When it come to pretty women them womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me what you
I'll, take yo' bitch be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many hoes some names I remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two Johnny, two freaks when I slay 'em
Always get new ones, old ones might 'em
"Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach
Come and get ice cream, lil' mama lay back
(Where at?) On the lap of
we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the back
My time is money, better my money ASAP
I done came up, I can bet niggaz hate that
If your girl leave with me, she gon' comin
Comin keep cummin, cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent 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
Gangsters I was with all hundreds
Gucci couture to 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
With good taste, put you in a space
Sat back, check her shape, shape
plus she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss
My medicine is you and me in love, the was a match
Gats on the center, pub
She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to
Clean Aston, now I got my on her tits, but uhh

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