Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thing thats word to your watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris
Ho hold the gun sideways like O
Shoot a n-gga in his knock his nose off
Make the girls say my like roll call
Pain killers got a n-gga ta doze off
Big n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread like a picnic
the whole game like the hit stick n-gga
Money spread germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And them other n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who I deliver
Concrete shoes wont in the river
I dont care if you was Michael my n-gga
Im than the mothaf-ckin Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top my n-gga
We the like Milf my n-gga

UhUhm, Flow 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 in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her on her ankles
Im all over ice cream beat like sprinkles

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

We can get it poppin a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the on the patty
tatted, big money addict
Running this sh-t now Im athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea
Stop playin Im fresher then a stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I mad weed
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land flat
Then walk a million miles with New 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 aint the bank teller dont me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me
B-tch I go like the boy from 300
You ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka