Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, Krillz on to it
Whattup Big K-O-J
Yeah...
This is the ice cream, the ice cream man
Ha, the ice cream, I'm the ice man
Uhh, T.A. all day
You don't need watch, yo, yo

[Fat
I went from Jackie to Janice, to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz seen her
See a on, before you know it I'm gone
Front of the watchin girls eyes roam
Just a throwback nigga, the Motorola phone
in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone
We outta here; back to the where the real say
Every Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
other week I hear somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, gettin money where the lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice
Says she's on a diet so I hit her the light cream
I got the love, you know that rock thick
Shorty you can lick lick, on this big dick (AOW!)
up, shit, you better get your wet wipes
You Joey G'd up, I got every stripe
I got houses on the of mountains
I'm more fearless every one of my killers
If girl leaves with me, she gon' keep comin
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice
Hey - screamin for that ice cream
she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams
Hey - everybody for that ice cream
Ice cream, I'm the ice man
Yes the ice cream, I'm the cream man

[T.A.]
I'm feelin like the Bronx wanted, how they all want it
When it come to pretty women them womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can me what you wanna
I'll, take yo' she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many hoes some I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two when I slay 'em
Always get new ones, old ones play 'em
"Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach
Come and get your ice cream, mama lay back
(Where at?) On the lap of
Cause we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the
My time is money, better my money ASAP
I came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If your leave with me, she gon' keep comin
keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel with YSL
Flagged in burgun', know well
We at a large brunch, discussin the God's
Kayla with & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son
And my was rugged, my whip was 400
Gangsters I was flashed all hundreds
Gucci couture to store
Let me get the love the worker exhausted, I forced it
(That's right) style, I'm fly with it, might be what'chu want
With taste, put you in a good space
Sat back, check her shape, good
she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the was a match
on the center, Irish pub
She kept laughin, her lips, listen to flicks
Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh

[Outro: Fat
Yeah! Hustle fly shit, y'knahmean?
On that A.C.G. shit, that fly
Jumpin out that new whip on my own tip
Little Dominican mami you me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me