Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thing, that's to your wrist watch
Shoot the Glock til it burn, til my lock
Rims hella big, tires like Chris Rock
Hold the gun like O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face, his nose off
Make the girls say my name roll call
Pain killers got a about to doze off
Big shit, talk big shit, nigga
Big bread: bread like a picnic
Shake the whole like the hit-stick nigga
Money spread germs: get sick nigga
Yea, and them other niggas
1-900: who want it? I
Concrete won't help in the river
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my
I'm than the motherfucking Alps my nigga
I'm than the motherfucking stealth my nigga
Young Money shit, top-shelf my
We the motherfuckers like my nigga
Ahem, like syringes
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, stop playing a gangsta
it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over, put her hands on her
I'm all over this ice cream beat like
"Why thank you", if a hater
I'm eating, you's a
Pistol on my hip: Tomb
Holla at guala, zoom later
Young nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think you're sweet, buy a nigga
Damu
I'm on my shit
She give me good like she studied at Cambridge
Lighting up a blunt
fruity swag like a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucker
Every day of the week is the first of the
Audemars with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time the diamonds in the face
We can get it popping like a semi
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on a
Rockstar tatted, big-money
Running this shit, now I'm feeling
I'm on a bitch, getting sea sick
playing, I'm fresher then a degree stick
Street shit, well, of course I smoke mad
I'm on my high-horse, please don't shoot me down, I feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New on my back
Ha, I need a
And when it comes to hoes, man, I got a
Finger on the button, nigga just
If you ain't the bank teller, don't me nothin'
Kush so strong you can me comin'
Bitch, I go hard like the boy "300"
You think you it, well boy we puntin'
Young Money baby we the shit weak
No Ceilings