Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it till my wrist lock
Rims big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun like O dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his knock his nose off
Make the girls say my like roll call
Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta off
Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t
Big bread bread a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole like the hit stick n-gga
Money spread germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them n-ggas,
1 9 who want I deliver
shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you was Michael Phelps my
Im higher the mothaf-ckin Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than the stealth my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my

UhUhm, Flow Syringes
Yea im in my got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the
And everybody watch back,when your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a
Bring it to his and he ran like a flanker
Bend the over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice beat like sprinkles

Why you,if you a hater
Im eatin, yous a
Pistol on my hip, Raider
at your gualla, sue em' later
Young n-gga, typhoon n-gga
And if you think your sweet, buy a n-gga
Damo n-gga, Im on my sh-t,
She give me good brain like she studied at
Lightin up a blunt,
stupid fruity swag a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog like a hunt
Everyday of the week is the of the month
Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin like a semi
And if you got I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big addict
this sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land flat
Then walk a million miles New Orleans on my back
Haha, I a massage,
and when it come to man I got a collage
on the button, n-gga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me
B-tch I go like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we
Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka