Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, in the big shot
to do the thing, that's word to your wrist watch
Shoot the Glock til it burn, til my lock
Rims hella big, skinny like Chris Rock
Hold the gun sideways O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his off
Make the girls say my like roll call
killers got a nigga about to doze off
Big shit, nigga talk big shit,
Big bread: bread like a nigga
Shake the whole like the hit-stick nigga
Money spread like get sick nigga
Yea, and them other niggas
who want it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't in the river
I don't care if you was Michael my nigga
I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps my
I'm flyer than the motherfucking stealth my
Young Money shit, my nigga
We the motherfuckers MILF my nigga
Ahem, flow like
Yea I'm in my mode, got a code Da Vinci's
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the
And everybody watch back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe, playing with a gangsta
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
Bend the over, put her hands on her ankles
I'm all this ice cream beat like sprinkles
"Why you", if you's a hater
I'm eating, you's a
Pistol on my hip: Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom
Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think you're sweet, buy a nigga
nigga
I'm on my gang
She give me good brain like she studied at
Lighting up a blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a runt
And I be my dog like a motherfucker hunting
day of the week is the first of the month
Audemars Piguet the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the in the face
We can get it like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on a
Rockstar tatted, addict
this shit, now I'm feeling athletic
I'm on a boat bitch, getting sea
playing, I'm fresher then a degree stick
Street shit, well, of course I mad weed
I'm on my high-horse, please don't shoot me down, I feet flat
Then walk a miles with New Orleans on my back
Ha, I need a
And it comes to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just
If you the bank teller, don't tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me
Bitch, I go hard like the boy "300"
You think you it, well boy we puntin'
Young baby we the shit weak stomachs
No motherfucker