Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

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

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

Why thank you,if you a
Im eatin, yous a
on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your gualla, sue em'
Young Tune n-gga, n-gga
And if you think sweet, buy a room n-gga
n-gga, Im on my gang sh-t,
She me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
up a mothaf-cking blunt,
stupid fruity like a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka
Everyday of the week is the of the month
Audemar with 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 I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money
Running this sh-t now Im feelin
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea
Stop 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 flat
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, just stuntin
If you aint the teller dont tell me nuntin
so strong you can smell me coming
B-tch I go hard the boy from 300
You ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka