Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your watch
Shoot the till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris
Ho the gun sideways like O dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his off
Make the girls say my like roll call
killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big shit talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick
spread like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And them other n-ggas,
1 9 who want I deliver
Concrete shoes help in the river
I dont care if you was Michael Phelps my
Im higher than the Alps my n-gga
Im than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga
Young sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the like Milf my n-gga

UhUhm, like 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 a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a
Bend the girl over put her on her ankles
Im all over this ice cream like sprinkles

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

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