Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, Krillz on to it
Whattup Big 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
of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the Bronx where the say
Every last of the month call it Krillz day
Every other week I somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, gettin money where the lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she ice cream
Says she's on a diet so I hit her with the cream
I got the love, you know that rock thick
Shorty you can lick lick, on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you get your wet wipes
You know G'd up, I got every stripe
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm more than every one of my killers
If your girl with me, she gon' keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, cummin, she gon' 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 - everybody screamin for ice cream
Ice cream, I'm the ice man
Yes the ice cream, I'm the man [3X]

[T.A.]
I'm like the Bronx most 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 you wanna
I'll, take yo' she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many hoes names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two freaks when I 'em
Always get new ones, old ones play 'em
"Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach
Come and get your ice cream, lil' lay back
(Where at?) On the lap of
Cause we be trizzin, hit you from the and the back
My is money, better have my money ASAP
I done came up, I can bet them hate that
If your girl with me, she gon' keep comin
Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' 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 Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my velour was rugged, my was 400
Gangsters I was with all hundreds
couture to store shit
Let me get the number the worker 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, check her shape, shape
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, lickin her lips, to flicks
Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh

[Outro: Fat
Yeah! Hustle fly shit, y'knahmean?
On that A.C.G. shit, 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