Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, in the big shot
to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun like O dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his knock his nose off
Make the say my name like roll call
Pain got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread like a picnic
Shake the game like the hit stick n-gga
Money spread germs get sick 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 Phelps my
Im higher than the Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than the stealth my n-gga
Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like 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 never safe stop playin a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a
the girl over put her hands on her ankles
Im all this ice cream beat like sprinkles

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

We can get it like a semi automatic
And if you got I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money
Running sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, sea sick
Stop playin Im then a degree stick
Street sh-t, of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet
Then walk a million miles New Orleans 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 dont tell me nuntin
so strong you can smell me coming
B-tch I go hard the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we
Young Money baby we the sh-t stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka