Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thing thats word to wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it till my wrist lock
hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun like O dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his off
Make the say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a bout ta doze off
Big shit n-gga big sh-t n-gga
Big bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole game the hit stick n-gga
Money like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them n-ggas,
1 9 who want I deliver
Concrete wont help in the river
I dont care if you was Michael my n-gga
Im higher the mothaf-ckin Alps 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 Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the
And everybody your back,when your in the front
You aint never safe stop with a gangsta
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
Bend the over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice beat like sprinkles

Why thank you,if you a
Im eatin, a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Raider
Holla at gualla, sue em' later
Young Tune n-gga, n-gga
And if you think sweet, buy a room n-gga
n-gga, Im on my gang sh-t,
She give me good brain like she studied at
up a mothaf-cking 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
Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the

We can get it poppin a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the
Rockstar tatted, big money
Running this sh-t now Im feelin
I Im on a bitch, gettin sea sick
playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I mad weed
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
on the button, n-gga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can me coming
B-tch I go hard like the boy 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we
Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka