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 Glock til it burn, til my lock
Rims hella big, skinny like Chris Rock
the gun sideways like O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face, his nose off
the girls say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a about to doze off
Big shit, nigga talk big shit,
Big bread: bread like a nigga
Shake the whole game like the nigga
Money spread like germs: get nigga
Yea, and fuck them niggas
1-900: who want it? I
shoes won't help in the river
I don't if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher the motherfucking Alps my nigga
I'm than the motherfucking stealth my nigga
Money shit, top-shelf my nigga
We the motherfuckers like MILF my
Ahem, flow syringes
Yea I'm in my mode, got a code like Da
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the
And watch your back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe, stop with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran a flanker
Bend the girl over, put her on her ankles
I'm all over ice cream beat like sprinkles
"Why you", if you's a hater
I'm eating, you's a
Pistol on my Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom
Young Tune nigga, nigga
And if you think you're sweet, buy a nigga
nigga
I'm on my gang
She give me good brain like she at Cambridge
Lighting up a motherfucking
Stupid fruity swag like a runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucker
Every day of the is the first of the month
Audemars Piguet with the in the face
Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the
We can get it popping like a semi
And if you got I put the biscuit on a patty
Rockstar tatted, addict
Running shit, now I'm feeling athletic
I'm on a boat bitch, sea sick
Stop playing, I'm fresher a degree stick
Street shit, well, of course I mad weed
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 it comes to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller, tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me
Bitch, I go like the boy from "300"
You you kick it, well boy we puntin'
Young Money we the shit weak stomachs
No motherfucker