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

[Fat
I went from to Janice, Trina to Tameka
She had the ass if my niggaz woulda seen her
See a nigga on, before you it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum watchin girls eyes
Just a throwback nigga, the Motorola phone
in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone
We outta here; to the Bronx where the real say
Every last Sunday of the month call it day
Every other week I hear somebody tryin to me
But I be out of town, money where the bills lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she ice cream
she's on a diet so I hit her with the light cream
I got the sweetest love, you that 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 stripe
I got houses on the side of
I'm more fearless than every one of my
If your girl leaves 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 that ice
she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams
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 the Bronx most wanted, how they all want it
it come to pretty women fuck them womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can me what you wanna
I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone November"
I, got so hoes some names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two freaks I slay 'em
get new ones, old ones might play '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, better have my ASAP
I done came up, I can bet them niggaz that
If girl leave with me, she gon' keep comin
keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel with 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 with flashed all
Gucci to store shit
Let me get the number love the exhausted, I forced it
(That's right) style, I'm fly with it, might be what'chu want
With good taste, put you in a space
Sat back, check her shape, good
plus she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss
My medicine is you and me in love, the plug was a
on the center, Irish pub
She kept laughin, her lips, listen to flicks
Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh

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