Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thats word to your wrist watch
the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like O
Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his 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 n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick
Money like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck other n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I
Concrete wont help in the river
I dont care if you was Michael Phelps my
Im higher than the mothaf-ckin Alps my
Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin my n-gga
Young sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas Milf my n-gga

UhUhm, Flow like
Yea im in my got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the
And everybody watch your back,when your in the
You aint never safe stop with 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 beat like

Why you,if you a hater
Im eatin, a waiter
on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your gualla, sue em'
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 studied at
up a mothaf-cking blunt,
stupid fruity swag a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka
Everyday of the week is the first of the
Audemar Piguet the diamonds in the face
tell the time cause the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin a semi automatic
And if you got I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money
Running sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad
Im on my high horse, please dont 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 man I got a collage
Finger on the button, just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me
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