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 burn till my wrist
hella big tires skinny 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 n-gga bout ta off
Big shit talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick
Money spread like germs get n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who I deliver
Concrete shoes help in the river
I dont if you was Michael Phelps my n-gga
Im higher than the Alps my n-gga
Im than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga
Young Money top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like my n-gga

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

Why you,if you a hater
Im eatin, a waiter
on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your gualla, sue em'
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 me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a blunt,
stupid swag like a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog a mothaf-cka hunt
Everyday of the week is the first of the
Audemar with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the in the face

We can get it poppin like a semi
And if you got beef I put the on the patty
tatted, big money addict
Running sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad
Im on my high horse, please dont me down, i land feet flat
walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I a massage,
and when it come to hoes man I got a
Finger on the button, n-gga just
If you the bank teller dont tell me nuntin
Kush so you can smell me coming
B-tch I go like the boy from 300
You ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the sh-t weak
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka