Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

Young Money, in the big shot
Time to do the thing, that's word to your watch
Shoot the til it burn, til my wrist lock
hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock
Hold the gun like O-Dog
Shoot a in his face, knock his nose off
the girls say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a nigga about to off
Big shit, nigga big shit, nigga
Big bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole like the hit-stick nigga
Money spread like get sick nigga
Yea, and fuck them other
1-900: who it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't in the river
I care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps my
I'm flyer than the motherfucking stealth my
Young Money shit, my nigga
We the motherfuckers MILF 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 back you're in the front
You ain't never safe, stop playing with a
it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over, put her hands on her
I'm all this ice cream beat like sprinkles
"Why you", if you's a hater
I'm eating, you's a
Pistol on my hip: Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom
Young Tune nigga, nigga
And if you you're sweet, buy a room nigga
nigga
I'm on my gang
She give me good like she studied at Cambridge
Lighting up a motherfucking
Stupid fruity swag a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog like a hunting
Every day of the week is the of the month
Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the
We can get it like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on a
tatted, big-money addict
Running this shit, now I'm feeling
I'm on a boat bitch, getting sea
playing, I'm fresher then a degree stick
Street shit, well, of course I smoke mad
I'm on my high-horse, please don't shoot me down, I land flat
Then walk a million miles New Orleans on my back
Ha, I need a
And when it to hoes, man, I got a collage
on the button, nigga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me
Kush so you can smell me comin'
Bitch, I go hard the boy from "300"
You think you kick it, well boy we
Young Money baby we the shit stomachs
No Ceilings