Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check 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 need that 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 watchin eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the Bronx where the say
Every last Sunday of the 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 so I hit her with the light cream
I got the sweetest love, you know that thick
Shorty you can lick lick, on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get your wet
You know Joey G'd up, I got stripe
I got houses on the side of
I'm more fearless than one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she gon' keep
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who ice cream?
Hey - everybody for that ice cream
she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams
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 to pretty women fuck them womens by the hundreds
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 freaks I slay 'em
Always get new ones, old ones play 'em
Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the
and get your 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 came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If your girl leave with me, she keep comin
Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed YSL
in burgun', serpent know well
We at a large brunch, discussin the God's
with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my velour was rugged, my was 400
I was with 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 taste, put you in a good space
Sat back, her shape, good shape
she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the plug was a
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 super fly shit,
On A.C.G. shit, that fly Pelle
out that brand new whip on my own tip
Little mami you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me