Luyện nghe bài hát Icey

Yuh, la, la
It's funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make 'em pukey,
Gotta a booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

Woah, I told her she got a Thug
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, need no seats
Woah, and I got and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear
I done left you for years, this shit the same, I see
For now, I ain't stanin' no (oh, oh, oh)
My is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces

up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I a cougar
Woah-woah, I'ma her 'til she's purple Hoover
What up? You can't waste none of my time
I'm up, I got way too money
I'm up, you can ask my
up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring 'round your finger, (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain't this cool, on like (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told 'em "don't waste my time" (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I icy teeth

Woah, I told her she got a Thug
Woah, Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the up in Givenchy
Woah, I the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice
Woah, bitch, brown Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you gon' wear Nike's
I done left you for years, this still the same, I see
For now, I ain't no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she like a Pisces

Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin', oh, yeah, your got mad sauce, oh, yeah
the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but won't let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy heel, it's her birthday, sendin' shots, oh, yeah
sayin' it's her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the count, oh, yeah

Yuh, la, la
just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie,

Woah, I told her she got a Thug
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I tote a new bag on me
Woah, I the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real teeth
Woah, bitch, like Cocoa, the real ice tea
Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's
I done left you for years, shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't stanin' no (oh-oh-oh)
My is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear
I done left you for years, shit still the same, I see
For now, I stanin' no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' a Pisces