Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thing, that's word to wrist watch
the Glock til it burn, til my wrist lock
Rims hella big, skinny like Chris Rock
the gun sideways like O-Dog
Shoot a in his face, knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like call
Pain killers got a nigga about to off
Big shit, talk big shit, nigga
Big bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole like the hit-stick nigga
Money spread like get sick nigga
Yea, and fuck them other
1-900: who want it? I
Concrete shoes won't help in the
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my
I'm higher than the Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than the stealth my nigga
Young Money shit, my nigga
We the motherfuckers like MILF my
Ahem, flow 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 your when you're in the front
You ain't safe, stop playing with a gangsta
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
the girl over, put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat sprinkles
"Why thank you", if a hater
I'm eating, you's a
on my hip: Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, later
Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you you're sweet, buy a room nigga
Damu
I'm on my gang
She me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lighting up a blunt
Stupid fruity swag a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucker
Every day of the week is the of the month
Audemars Piguet with the diamonds in the
tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the on a patty
Rockstar tatted, big-money
Running this shit, now I'm feeling
I'm on a bitch, getting sea sick
Stop playing, I'm fresher then a degree
Street shit, well, of I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high-horse, please don't shoot me down, I land flat
Then walk a miles with New Orleans on my back
Ha, I a massage
And when it to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just
If you the bank teller, don't tell me nothin'
Kush so you can smell me comin'
Bitch, I go like the boy from "300"
You think you kick it, boy we puntin'
Young Money baby we the shit weak
No motherfucker