Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to wrist watch
the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny Chris Rock
Ho the gun sideways like O dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his knock his nose off
Make the say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta off
Big shit n-gga talk big n-gga
Big bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick
Money like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And them other n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the
I care if you was Michael Phelps my n-gga
Im higher the mothaf-ckin Alps my n-gga
Im flyer the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top shelf my
We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my

UhUhm, like Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the
And everybody watch your back,when your in the
You aint never safe 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 this ice cream like sprinkles

Why you,if you a hater
Im eatin, yous a
Pistol on my hip, Tomb
at your gualla, sue em' later
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 give me good like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a blunt,
stupid fruity swag a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog like a hunt
Everyday of the week is the first of the
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the
Cant tell the time 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 money
Running sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea
Stop playin Im then a degree stick
sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i feet flat
Then 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 dont me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me
B-tch I go hard the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we
Young Money baby we the sh-t weak
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka