Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, Krillz on to it
Whattup Big K-O-J
Yeah...
is the ice cream, yeah 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 went from Jackie to Janice, to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz seen her
See a nigga on, before you it I'm gone
Front of the watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola
in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the Bronx where the say
last Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
Every week I hear somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, gettin 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 know that rock
you can lick lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get wet wipes
You know Joey G'd up, I got every
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm fearless than 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 ice cream?
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 cream man

[T.A.]
I'm feelin like the Bronx wanted, how they all want it
When it come to women fuck them womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me you wanna
I'll, take yo' she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many hoes some I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two freaks when I 'em
get new ones, old ones might play 'em
Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the
Come and get 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 my money ASAP
I done came up, I can bet them niggaz that
If your girl leave with me, she gon' keep
Comin cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent know
We at a large brunch, the God's punch
Kayla with & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my was rugged, my whip was 400
Gangsters I was with flashed all
couture to store shit
Let me get the number love the worker exhausted, I it
(That's right) style, I'm fly with it, might be what'chu want
With good taste, put you in a good
Sat back, check her shape, good
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 kept laughin, her lips, listen to flicks
Clean Aston, now I got my on her tits, but uhh

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