Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it till my wrist lock
Rims hella big skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways O dogg
Shoot a in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my like roll call
Pain got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t
Big bread bread like a n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick
spread like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck other n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I
Concrete shoes wont 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
Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my

UhUhm, Flow Syringes
Yea im in my got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the
And watch your back,when your in the front
You aint never safe playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a
Bend the over put her hands on her ankles
Im all this ice cream beat like sprinkles

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

We can get it poppin a semi automatic
And if you got I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big addict
Running this sh-t now Im athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, sea sick
Stop Im fresher then a degree stick
Street sh-t, of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, please shoot 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 strong you can me coming
I go hard 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