Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Cream - Raekwon With Ghost Face Killer, Cappachino ....

Intro: Man (Johnny Blaze)

Hey mom, can I have money?
The ice man is coming!

Watch these rap get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan,
Even caramel is gettin touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu it up
(The ice man is coming!)

One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)

Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri
See you on Pickens a bunch of chickens how you're clickin
I catch strong notes as we got close
She rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like
Caught me a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
Attitude is very Boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like and Lahrule
They call me Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was by Billie Jean's
Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
Lazy eyeball, piece, six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath smellin cinnamon
Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around
God damn, backyard's bangin a Benz-y
If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted Spuds McKenzie
I'm high powered put Adina Howard to
Yo pardon, that been on my mind all week, but uhh
Back to you Maybelline Queen make a team
You can have anything in this world except
So whatchu wanna do? wanna do?
Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and Wu

Watch these rap niggaz get all up in guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan,
Even caramel sundaes is touched
And scooped in my ice truck, Wu tears it up
(The ice man is coming!)

Verse Two: the Chef (Lou Diamonds)

Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, your highness
Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the
you're making too fly jewels are shaking
not a rape patient, looking good fly colored Asian
Ghettoes, them is hometown, we can go the whole round
After that, I'm shootin
I'm rockin hats and you wig is all
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes black
Freaks be movin in fly
Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't to hold heat
So when I step in the dear
You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven yeah

Watch these rap get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan,
Even caramel is gettin touched
And in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
(The ice man is coming!)

Three: Cappachino

Black girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
til your deficit step, gimme your number
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and
Catch my eyes like highs I want your surprise
Double some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
Like a cripple, I you like I love my dick size
Ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender
take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my
in your clutches, I want you for self
Like wealth, so play me
Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the of me
Only a dozen want to be callin me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree lovin
me if you want to get dug like the pockets
I jizm like a break brooms out of their sockets

Method Man

Wu-Tang in the cut, for real what?
It's the after and bitches want to fuck
Watch rap niggaz get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan,
Even sundaes is gettin touched
scooped in the ice truck, Wu tears it up
Ice cold melt down when my clutch
and what they sucked, ice cream

Yeah, guts

French-vanilla, butter-pecan,
Even caramel sundaes is gettin
in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
Ice cold bitches melt down when my
and what they sucked, ice cream

One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep nails done
and your tight, word up
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me
for real
One love to caramel sundaes, the cherries on top

And big up to my vanillas
Parlez francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
and all that good
That good