Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist
hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun like O dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his knock his nose off
Make the say my name like roll call
killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread like a picnic
Shake the whole game the hit stick n-gga
Money spread germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I
Concrete wont help in the river
I dont if you was Michael Phelps my n-gga
Im higher than the mothaf-ckin Alps my
Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin my n-gga
Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like my n-gga

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

Why you,if you a hater
Im eatin, a waiter
on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at gualla, sue em' later
Young Tune n-gga, typhoon
And if you your sweet, buy a room n-gga
n-gga, Im on my gang sh-t,
She give me good brain like she at Cambridge
Lightin up a blunt,
fruity swag like a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be my dog like a mothaf-cka hunt
Everyday of the week is the first of the
Audemar with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the cause the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin like a semi
And if you got I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big addict
this sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a bitch, gettin sea sick
playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad
Im on my horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat
Then walk a miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I a massage,
and when it come to hoes man I got a
Finger on the button, just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont tell me
Kush so you can smell me coming
B-tch I go hard the boy from 300
You think ya it,well boy we puntin
Young baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka