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 till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like O
Shoot a n-gga in his knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like call
Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta off
Big shit talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread a picnic n-gga
Shake the game like the hit stick n-gga
Money like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I
Concrete shoes wont help in the
I dont care if you was Phelps my n-gga
Im higher than the mothaf-ckin my n-gga
Im flyer than the stealth my n-gga
Young sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the like 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 in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a
it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her
Im all over this ice cream like sprinkles

Why you,if you a hater
Im eatin, yous a
Pistol on my hip, Tomb
at your gualla, sue em' later
Young Tune n-gga, typhoon
And if you think your sweet, buy a n-gga
Damo n-gga, Im on my sh-t,
She give me good brain like she studied at
Lightin up a blunt,
stupid fruity swag like a runt
And I be my dog like a mothaf-cka hunt
Everyday of the week is the of the month
Piguet 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 addict
Running this 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 horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat
walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I a massage,
and when it to hoes man I got a collage
on the button, n-gga just stuntin
If you aint the teller dont tell me nuntin
so strong you can smell me coming
B-tch I go hard like the boy 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we
Young Money baby we the weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka