Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing, that's word to your watch
Shoot the til it burn, til my wrist lock
Rims big, tires 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
Pain killers got a nigga about to off
Big shit, talk big shit, nigga
Big bread: bread like a nigga
the whole game like the hit-stick nigga
Money spread germs: get sick nigga
Yea, and fuck other niggas
who want it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't in the river
I care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than the motherfucking my nigga
I'm flyer the motherfucking stealth my nigga
Young shit, top-shelf my nigga
We the motherfuckers 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 your back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe, playing with a gangsta
it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the over, put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over ice cream beat like sprinkles
"Why thank you", if a hater
I'm eating, you's a
Pistol on my Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, later
Young Tune nigga, nigga
And if you think you're sweet, buy a room
nigga
I'm on my gang
She give me good brain like she studied at
Lighting up a blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a motherfucking
And I be with my dog like a hunting
Every day of the week is the first of the
Audemars Piguet the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the in the face
We can get it popping like a automatic
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 boat bitch, sea sick
Stop playing, I'm then a degree stick
shit, well, of course I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high-horse, please don't me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles New Orleans on my back
Ha, I need a
And it comes to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller, don't me nothin'
Kush so you can smell me comin'
Bitch, I go hard the boy from "300"
You you kick it, well boy we puntin'
Young baby we the shit weak stomachs
No motherfucker