Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing, word to your wrist watch
the Glock til it burn, til my wrist lock
Rims hella big, tires like Chris Rock
Hold the gun sideways O-Dog
Shoot a in his face, knock his nose off
the girls say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a nigga about to off
Big shit, nigga talk big shit,
Big bread: bread a picnic nigga
Shake the game like the hit-stick nigga
Money spread like germs: get sick
Yea, and fuck them other
who want it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't in the river
I care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm than the motherfucking Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than the stealth my nigga
Young shit, top-shelf my nigga
We the motherfuckers like my nigga
Ahem, flow like
Yea I'm in my mode, got a code like Da
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 playing a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran a flanker
Bend the girl over, put her on her ankles
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 your guala, zoom
Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think you're sweet, buy a room
Damu
I'm on my shit
She give me good brain she studied at Cambridge
Lighting up a motherfucking
Stupid fruity swag like a motherfucking
And I be my dog like a motherfucker hunting
Every day of the is the first of the month
Audemars with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the in the face
We can get it popping a semi automatic
And if you got I put the biscuit on a patty
Rockstar tatted, big-money
Running this shit, now I'm athletic
I'm on a bitch, getting sea sick
Stop playing, I'm fresher a degree stick
Street shit, well, of course I smoke mad
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, nigga stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me
Kush so strong you can smell me
Bitch, I go hard like the boy "300"
You think you kick it, well boy we
Young Money baby we the shit stomachs
No motherfucker