Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thing, that's word to wrist watch
Shoot the til it burn, til my wrist lock
hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock
Hold the gun sideways O-Dog
Shoot a in his face, knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like roll
Pain got a nigga about to doze off
Big shit, nigga talk big shit,
Big bread: like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole like the hit-stick nigga
spread like germs: get sick nigga
Yea, and fuck them niggas
1-900: who want it? I
Concrete shoes help in the river
I don't care if you was Michael my nigga
I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps my
I'm flyer than the stealth my nigga
Young Money shit, my nigga
We the motherfuckers MILF my nigga
Ahem, like 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
Bring it to his face and he ran like a
the girl over, put her hands on her ankles
I'm all this ice cream beat like sprinkles
"Why thank you", if you's a
I'm eating, you's a
Pistol on my hip: 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 studied at
Lighting up a blunt
Stupid fruity swag a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog a motherfucker hunting
Every day of the week is the of the month
Audemars Piguet the diamonds in the face
tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it popping like a semi
And if you got beef I put the on a patty
Rockstar tatted, addict
Running shit, now I'm feeling athletic
I'm on a boat bitch, getting sea
Stop playing, I'm fresher then a stick
shit, well, of course I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high-horse, don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New 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 teller, don't tell me nothin'
Kush so you can smell me comin'
Bitch, I go hard the boy from "300"
You think you kick it, boy we puntin'
Young Money we the shit weak stomachs
No motherfucker