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 need watch, yo, yo

[Fat
I went from to Janice, Trina to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz seen her
See a nigga on, you know it I'm gone
of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, with the phone
in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the Bronx where the say
Every Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
Every other week I hear somebody tryin to me
But I be out of town, gettin where the bills lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she ice cream
Says 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 G'd up, I got every stripe
I got on the side 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 gon' 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 feelin like the most wanted, how they all want it
When it come to pretty 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 when I slay '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
we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the back
My time is money, better my money ASAP
I done came up, I can bet them hate that
If your girl leave me, she gon' keep comin
Comin keep cummin, cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent well
We at a large brunch, discussin the 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
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 taste, put you in a good space
Sat back, her shape, good shape
plus she vegan, I'm for you like Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the plug was a
on the center, Irish pub
She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to
Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh

[Outro: Fat
Yeah! Hustle super fly shit,
On A.C.G. shit, that 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