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 Jackie to Janice, Trina to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz woulda her
See a nigga on, you know it I'm gone
of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the where the real say
Every last Sunday of the month 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 diet so I hit her with the light
I got the sweetest love, you know that thick
Shorty you can lick, suck 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 side of
I'm more fearless than one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she gon' comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she 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 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 most wanted, how they all it
When it come to pretty women fuck them 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 Johnny, two freaks when I slay 'em
Always get new ones, old might play 'em
"Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach
Come and get ice cream, lil' mama lay back
(Where at?) On the lap of
Cause we be trizzin, hit you the front and the back
My is money, better have my money ASAP
I done came up, I can bet them niggaz hate
If your girl leave with me, she keep comin
Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed YSL
in burgun', serpent know well
We at a brunch, discussin the God's punch
Kayla Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my was rugged, my whip was 400
I was with flashed all hundreds
Gucci couture to store
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 good
Sat back, check her shape, shape
she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the was a match
on the center, Irish pub
She laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks
Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh

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