Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, syrup in the big
to do the thing, that's word to your wrist watch
Shoot the Glock til it burn, til my lock
Rims hella big, skinny like Chris Rock
Hold the gun sideways O-Dog
a nigga in his face, knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name roll call
Pain killers got a about to doze off
Big shit, talk big shit, nigga
Big bread: bread like a nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit-stick
Money like germs: get sick nigga
Yea, and them other niggas
1-900: who want it? I
Concrete shoes help in the river
I don't care if you was Phelps my nigga
I'm than the motherfucking Alps my nigga
I'm than the motherfucking stealth my nigga
Young Money shit, my nigga
We the motherfuckers MILF my nigga
Ahem, flow syringes
Yea I'm in my mode, got a code like Da
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the
And everybody watch your 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 girl over, put her hands on her
I'm all over this ice beat like sprinkles
"Why thank you", if you's a
I'm eating, a waiter
Pistol on my Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, later
Young nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think you're sweet, buy a room
nigga
I'm on my shit
She give me good brain like she studied at
Lighting up a motherfucking
Stupid fruity like a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog a motherfucker hunting
Every day of the is the first of the month
Audemars Piguet with the in the face
Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the
We can get it popping like a semi
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on a
tatted, big-money addict
Running shit, now I'm feeling athletic
I'm on a boat bitch, sea sick
playing, I'm fresher 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
Then a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Ha, I need a
And when it to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga stuntin'
If you the bank teller, don't tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me
Bitch, I go hard the boy from "300"
You think you kick it, well boy we
Young Money baby we the shit stomachs
No motherfucker