Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Ice Kid At

[Verse 1: Ice
Stop dat, dat, get dat, what?
back or get your headback popped
Top spot, I left that slot
All I wanna do is get and floss
Gyal love me like drugs, sex and
Amp and get a red top like West squad
Narcissistic, with a so artistic
I could have the next Van Gogh
You ain't on the flex on
My gang won't pet to let straps
I be on job tryna get that
I don't give a fuck about where from
Wanna see me down so I get up
You're on the other side like a left hand
Man with the method but I ain't don
on
Put me up against 10 man
Feel like I be the greatest of all
You ain't in my or my foresight
I stay away the pork rind
I'm just tryna get paid like a court
And spray like a Aug Steyr
you see me in the bay by the pool side
More time I be taking a hike
With a bag of bars, I've been them all night
All right, to the script, please
Wanna see me like I did E
Big dreams I was 16
Ich ni's got 'em cuh we're in deep
Level I'm on, just ain't in
Got ya bitch whipped a 6 speed
Grim beats, but I Kid D
And I'm on a level that's way of you century

[Hook 1: Ice
Ice Kid at?
Man, I got like Rikers Island has
Try I ain't got time for that
You best jump on ya and cycle back
Too much heat for your stat
Idle camps try man
a wrap
You'll get spun like a gyro graph when I jump on the riddim and I kill 'em in a match
Ice Kid at?
Man, I got bars Rikers Island has
Try I ain't got time for that
You best on ya bike and cycle back
Too much heat for pyro stat
Idle try rival man
a wrap
You'll get spun a gyro graph when I jump on the riddim and I kill 'em in a title match
[Verse 2:
dat, start dat, you man are pants
Swing who? You on bants?
Diss on the net, fam
Is not how man how to clash
and I'll prove it, fam
Come on, come on, what? do this, fam
Tryna you're a goon by what? Doing music, man?
You ain't shoot me, fam
Me and Ice could've a pic
fuck that, music first, come, we go
Cuh man are from the era where you couldn't be and blow
So if my man's wack, go
Swing me off the track? no
words and flows, if I let go, you'll get loads
Music changed my in so many ways
It brought me friends and
See me and I ain't my crew before
I see you, I'm still on my toes
Jealousy and envy I know 'bout the
And man take my life, cuh I'm cold and
Mi no care about tracks
Right now I want Fuck Radio back
Get these MCs off gas in one room, two mics (What you sayin'?)
we'll see who's wack
Cuh if man wanna play then it's on, fam
Johnny Storm I flame on man
In a league of my own Whatever Da Weather times
You can't on man
now, like it or lump it
Man have got the hard food,
He's not a spitter, lunch him, lines, punch him
No homo I munch him (Bluku Bye Bye)

2: Chip]
Yo, Ice Kid at?
You ain't ask man, he's sounding back
Since "Fire Alie", man are on tracks
Wanna fire at man, man are firing
Man are with it, lyrics on terrific
Switch it, man ain't
Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on
Man's all in the twitching
Yo, Ice Kid at?
You ain't gotta ask man, he's back
Since "Fire Alie", man are fire on
fire at man, man are firing back
Man are sick with it, on terrific
it, man ain't genre-specific
Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on
all in the booth twitching