Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing, that's to your wrist watch
Shoot the Glock til it burn, til my wrist
Rims hella big, skinny like Chris Rock
Hold the gun like O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face, his nose off
Make the girls say my like roll call
Pain killers got a nigga about to off
Big shit, nigga big shit, nigga
Big bread: like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the nigga
Money spread like get sick nigga
Yea, and them other niggas
1-900: who want it? I
shoes won't help in the river
I care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than the Alps my nigga
I'm than the motherfucking stealth my nigga
Young shit, top-shelf my nigga
We the like MILF my nigga
Ahem, like syringes
Yea I'm in my mode, got a like Da Vinci's
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the
And everybody watch your back you're in the front
You ain't safe, stop playing with a gangsta
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over, put her on her ankles
I'm all over ice cream beat like sprinkles
"Why thank you", if a hater
I'm eating, a waiter
Pistol on my Tomb Raider
at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune nigga, typhoon
And if you think sweet, buy a room nigga
nigga
I'm on my shit
She give me good brain she studied at Cambridge
up a motherfucking blunt
Stupid fruity like a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucker
Every day of the week is the of the month
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 I put the biscuit on a patty
tatted, big-money addict
Running shit, now I'm feeling athletic
I'm on a boat bitch, sea sick
Stop playing, I'm then a degree stick
Street shit, well, of I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high-horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet
walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Ha, I a massage
And it comes to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just
If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me
so strong you can smell me comin'
Bitch, I go like the boy from "300"
You you kick it, well boy we puntin'
Young Money baby we the shit stomachs
No Ceilings