Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

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

UhUhm, like Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the
And everybody watch your back,when in the front
You aint safe stop playin with a gangsta
it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her on her ankles
Im all this ice cream beat like sprinkles

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

We can get it like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money
Running this sh-t now Im athletic
I Im on a bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a stick
sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, dont shoot me down, i land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New 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 teller tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me
B-tch I go hard like the boy 300
You think ya it,well boy we puntin
Young Money we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka