Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, syrup in the big
to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways O dogg
Shoot a in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like roll
killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big shit talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread like a n-gga
Shake the game like 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 shoes help in the river
I dont care if you was Michael Phelps my
Im than the mothaf-ckin Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin stealth my
Young Money sh-t top my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like my n-gga

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

Why thank you,if you a
Im eatin, a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb
at your gualla, sue em' later
Young Tune n-gga, n-gga
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,
stupid fruity like a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog a mothaf-cka hunt
Everyday of the week is the of the month
Audemar with 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 beef I put the biscuit on the
Rockstar tatted, big addict
Running sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea
Stop playin Im fresher then a stick
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 million miles with New on my back
Haha, I a massage,
and when it to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont tell me
Kush so strong you can smell me
I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we
Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka