Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

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

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

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

We can get it like a semi automatic
And if you got I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big addict
Running this sh-t now Im athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, sea sick
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 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, n-gga just
If you aint the bank dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me
B-tch I go hard the boy from 300
You ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Young Money we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka