Luyện nghe bài hát Icey

Yuh, la, la
It's funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make 'em pukey,
Gotta a tiny booty oochie,

Woah, I told her she got a wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I tote a new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't no seats
Woah, and I got and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, like cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' Nike's
I left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't no Nike's (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' a Pisces

Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers up
We get up, fuck her every weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I a cougar
Woah-woah, I'ma fuck her 'til she's purple
What up? You waste none of my time bitch
I'm up, I got way too money
I'm up, you can ask my
Pourin' up dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring 'round finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told 'em baby "don't my time" (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I the bitch I want icy teeth

Woah, I told her she got a wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I tote a new bag on me
Woah, I beat the up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real teeth
Woah, bitch, brown Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never wear Nike's
I left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she like a Pisces

Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin', oh, yeah, your got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but won't let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh,
Jimmy Choo heel, it's her birthday, shots, oh, yeah
sayin' it's her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, the buss count, oh, yeah

Yuh, la, la
It's just how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make 'em pukey,
a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

Woah, I her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I tote a new bag on me
Woah, I the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear
I left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear
I done left you for years, this shit the same, I see
For now, I ain't no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces