Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing, that's word to your wrist
Shoot the til it burn, til my wrist lock
Rims hella big, tires skinny Chris Rock
Hold the gun like O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his off
the girls say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a nigga to doze off
Big shit, nigga big shit, nigga
Big bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the game like the hit-stick nigga
spread like germs: get sick nigga
Yea, and fuck them other
who want it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't in the river
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my
I'm higher than the motherfucking my nigga
I'm flyer the motherfucking stealth my nigga
Young shit, top-shelf my nigga
We the like MILF my nigga
Ahem, flow 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, stop 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
on my hip: Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom
Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think sweet, buy a room nigga
nigga
I'm on my shit
She give me good brain like she at Cambridge
up a motherfucking blunt
Stupid swag like a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucker
Every day of the is the first of the month
Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the in the face
We can get it popping like a semi
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, sea sick
Stop playing, I'm then a degree stick
Street shit, well, of I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high-horse, don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million with New Orleans on my back
Ha, I a massage
And when it to hoes, man, I got a collage
on the button, nigga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me
so strong you can smell me comin'
Bitch, I go hard the boy from "300"
You think you kick it, boy we puntin'
Young baby we the shit weak stomachs
No motherfucker