Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream

[Intro: Fat
Yeah, on to check it
Whattup Big March?
Yeah...
This is the ice cream, the ice cream man
Ha, the ice cream, I'm the ice man
Uhh, T.A. all day
You don't need watch, yo, yo

Joe]
I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to
She had the fattest ass if my woulda seen her
See a on, before you know it I'm gone
Front of the coliseum girls eyes roam
a throwback nigga, with the Motorola phone
Hopped in the spaceship, 'nother zone
We outta back to the Bronx where the real say
Every last of the month call it Krillz day
Every other I hear somebody tryin to kill me
But I be out of town, money where the bills lay
Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice
Says on a diet so I hit her with the light cream
I got the sweetest love, you know that rock
you can lick lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!)
Hold up, shit, you better get your wet
You know Joey G'd up, I got every
I got houses on the side of
I'm more fearless than one of my killers
If your girl leaves with me, she gon' keep
She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she love me (ow)

Ice cream, ice cream, who ice cream?
Hey - screamin for that ice cream
When she screams, I scream, I scream, she
Hey - everybody for that ice cream
Ice cream, I'm the ice man
Yes the ice cream, I'm the man [3X]

[T.A.]
I'm feelin like the Bronx most wanted, how all want it
When it come to pretty women fuck them by the hundreds
I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me you wanna
I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone November"
I, got so many some names I can't remember
It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, 'em
Two time Johnny, two when I slay 'em
Always get new ones, old ones might 'em
Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the
Come and get ice cream, lil' mama lay back
(Where at?) On the lap of
we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the back
My time is money, have my money ASAP
I came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that
If your leave with me, she gon' keep comin
Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' me

Yo,
Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel with YSL
Flagged in burgun', serpent know
We at a large brunch, the God's punch
Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty starin at my shell son
And my velour was rugged, my was 400
Gangsters I was with all hundreds
couture to store shit
Let me get the number the worker exhausted, I forced it
(That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, be what'chu want
With good taste, put you in a space
Sat back, check her shape, shape
she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake
My medicine is you and me in love, the was a match
Gats on the center, pub
She kept laughin, lickin her lips, to flicks
Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh

[Outro: Fat
Yeah! super fly shit, y'knahmean?
On that A.C.G. shit, fly Pelle
out that brand new whip on my own tip
Little mami you feel me?
Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2
Get at me