Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist
Shoot the glock till it burn till my lock
Rims hella big tires like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun like O dogg
a n-gga in his face knock his nose 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
the whole game like 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 if you was Michael Phelps my n-gga
Im higher than the Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than the stealth my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top shelf my
We the mothaf-ckas 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 playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a
the girl over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice beat like sprinkles

Why thank you,if you a
Im eatin, yous a
Pistol on my hip, Raider
at your gualla, sue em' later
Young Tune n-gga, n-gga
And if you think your sweet, buy a n-gga
n-gga, Im on my gang 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 of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the
tell the time cause the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin like a automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the
Rockstar tatted, big addict
Running sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea
Stop playin Im fresher then a stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet
Then walk a miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I a massage,
and when it to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, n-gga stuntin
If you aint the bank dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me
B-tch I go like the boy from 300
You think ya it,well boy we puntin
Young baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka