Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, in the big shot
to do the thing, that's word to your wrist watch
Shoot the Glock til it burn, til my lock
Rims hella big, tires like Chris Rock
Hold the gun sideways O-Dog
Shoot a in his face, knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like roll
Pain killers got a nigga about to off
Big shit, talk big shit, nigga
Big bread: bread like a nigga
Shake the whole game the hit-stick nigga
Money like germs: get sick nigga
Yea, and fuck them niggas
1-900: who it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't in the river
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my
I'm higher the motherfucking Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than the motherfucking my nigga
Young Money shit, top-shelf my
We the like MILF my nigga
Ahem, flow like
Yea I'm in my mode, got a code like Da
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the
And everybody watch your when you're in the front
You ain't never safe, stop with a gangsta
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over, put her on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like
"Why you", if you's a hater
I'm eating, a waiter
on my hip: Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom
Young Tune nigga, typhoon
And if you think sweet, buy a room nigga
Damu
I'm on my shit
She give me good brain like she studied at
Lighting up a blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a motherfucking
And I be with my dog a motherfucker hunting
Every day of the week is the first of the
Audemars Piguet the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it popping like a automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on a
Rockstar tatted, big-money
Running this shit, now I'm feeling
I'm on a boat bitch, getting sea
Stop playing, I'm fresher then a degree
Street shit, well, of course I smoke mad
I'm on my high-horse, please don't me down, I land feet flat
walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Ha, I need a
And when it comes to hoes, man, I got a
Finger on the button, nigga stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me
Kush so strong you can smell me
Bitch, I go hard like the boy "300"
You think you kick it, well boy we
Young Money baby we the weak stomachs
No motherfucker