Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, syrup in the big
Time to do the thing, that's word to your watch
Shoot the Glock til it burn, til my lock
Rims big, tires skinny like Chris Rock
Hold the gun sideways O-Dog
Shoot a in his face, knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name roll call
Pain killers got a nigga to doze off
Big shit, nigga talk big shit,
Big bread: bread a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit-stick
Money spread like germs: get nigga
Yea, and fuck them niggas
1-900: who want it? I
Concrete shoes won't in the river
I don't if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps my
I'm flyer than the stealth my nigga
Young Money shit, top-shelf my
We the motherfuckers like my nigga
Ahem, flow like
Yea I'm in my mode, got a like Da Vinci's
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, playing with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a
Bend the girl over, put her hands on her
I'm all over this ice beat like sprinkles
"Why thank you", if you's a
I'm eating, a waiter
Pistol on my hip: Tomb
Holla at your guala, later
Young Tune nigga, nigga
And if you you're sweet, buy a room nigga
nigga
I'm on my gang
She give me good brain she studied at Cambridge
up a motherfucking blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a motherfucking
And I be with my dog like a hunting
day of the week is the first of the month
Audemars with the diamonds in the face
Can't the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it popping like a semi
And if you got beef I put the on a patty
tatted, big-money addict
Running this shit, now I'm athletic
I'm on a bitch, getting sea sick
Stop playing, I'm fresher a degree stick
Street shit, well, of I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high-horse, don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my
Ha, I a massage
And it comes to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga stuntin'
If you ain't the teller, don't tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can me comin'
Bitch, I go hard the boy from "300"
You think you kick it, well boy we
Young Money we the shit weak stomachs
No motherfucker