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 need that watch, yo, yo

Joe]
I went from to Janice, Trina to Tameka
She had the fattest ass if my niggaz woulda her
See a nigga on, before you it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum watchin girls roam
a throwback nigga, with the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We here; back to the Bronx where the real say
last Sunday of the month call it Krillz day
Every other week I somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, gettin money where the lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she ice cream
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, suck on 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 than every one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she gon' keep
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who ice cream?
Hey - everybody screamin for ice cream
When she screams, I scream, I scream, she
Hey - everybody screamin for 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 most wanted, how all want it
When it come to pretty women fuck womens by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me you wanna
I'll, yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 'Til November"
I, got so many some names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two Johnny, two freaks when I slay 'em
Always get new ones, old ones might 'em
Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the
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 is money, better have my money ASAP
I came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If girl leave with me, she gon' keep comin
keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me

Yo,
Who smelled the It was Chanel mixed with YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent well
We at a large brunch, discussin the punch
Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty starin at my shell son
And my was rugged, my whip was 400
Gangsters I was with all hundreds
Gucci to store shit
Let me get the number love the worker exhausted, I it
(That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, be what'chu want
With taste, put you in a good space
Sat back, check her shape, shape
she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake
My is you and me in love, the plug was a match
Gats on the center, 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, fly Pelle
Jumpin out that new whip on my own tip
Dominican mami you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me