Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check it
Big March? K-O-J
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 from to Janice, Trina to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz woulda her
See a nigga on, before you know it I'm
Front of the coliseum girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the phone
in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the where the real say
Every last Sunday of the call it Krillz day
Every other week I 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 diet so I hit her with the light
I got the sweetest love, you know that thick
Shorty you can lick lick, suck on this big (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you get your wet wipes
You Joey G'd up, I got every stripe
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm more fearless every one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who ice cream?
Hey - everybody screamin for 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 cream man

[T.A.]
I'm like the Bronx most 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 call me you wanna
I'll, take yo' bitch be "Gone 'Til 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
Always get new ones, old might play 'em
Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the
Come and get your ice cream, lil' 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 came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If girl leave with me, she gon' keep comin
keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed with YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent well
We at a large brunch, discussin the punch
Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, kept starin at my shell son
And my was rugged, my whip 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, might be want
With taste, put you in a good 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, 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, that fly
Jumpin out brand new whip on my own tip
Dominican mami you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me