Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist
Shoot the glock it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Rock
Ho hold the gun like O dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his face his nose off
Make the girls say my name like roll
Pain killers got a bout ta doze off
Big shit n-gga talk big n-gga
Big bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole like the hit stick n-gga
Money like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And them other n-ggas,
1 9 who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont in the river
I dont care if you was Phelps my n-gga
Im than the mothaf-ckin Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top my n-gga
We the like Milf my n-gga

UhUhm, Flow Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code like Da
I was in the trenches, now im in the
And everybody watch your back,when your in the
You aint never safe stop playin with a
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice cream like sprinkles

Why thank you,if you a
Im eatin, yous a
Pistol on my hip, Raider
Holla at gualla, sue em' later
Young n-gga, typhoon n-gga
And if you think sweet, buy a room n-gga
Damo n-gga, Im on my sh-t,
She give me good brain like she at Cambridge
Lightin up a blunt,
stupid fruity like a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka
Everyday of the is the first of the month
Audemar Piguet with the in the face
Cant tell the time cause the in the face

We can get it poppin like a automatic
And if you got beef I put the on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money
Running this sh-t now Im athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea
Stop playin Im then a degree stick
sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, dont shoot me down, i land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my
Haha, I a massage,
and it come to hoes man I got a collage
on the button, n-gga just stuntin
If you aint the teller dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can me coming
B-tch I go like the boy from 300
You think ya it,well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the sh-t stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka