Luyện nghe bài hát Icey

Yuh, la, la
It's just how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny 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 tote a 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 nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never wear Nike's
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' like a

Twist up, backwoods, not no switch up
We get up, her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a
Woah-woah, fuck 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
Pourin' up dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I 'em baby "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 want icy

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 bitch up in
Woah, I the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're heels, you never gon' wear Nike's
I left you for years, this 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

Rag talk, oh, yeah, the time I bought 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 they won't let me take a fall, oh,
socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy heel, it's her birthday, sendin' shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin' it's her birthday, it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh,

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

Woah, I her she got a Thug wannabe
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 beat the up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice
Woah, bitch, brown Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never wear Nike's
I done you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I stanin' no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a but she actin' like a Pisces
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' Nike's
I done left you for years, this still the same, I see
For now, I stanin' no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she like a Pisces