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

Intro: Man (Johnny Blaze)

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

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

Verse One: Killer (Tony Starks)

Yo honey-dips, summertime, Jheri drippin
See you on Pickens with a bunch of how you're clickin
I catch shootin strong as we got close
She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like
Your whole baby's wicked like Nimrod
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 Starky Love-hun, the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple was done by Billie Jean's
Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
Lazy eyeball, small piece, six
Caramel complexion, smellin like cinnamon
Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn again
God damn, backyard's bangin like a
If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like McKenzie
I'm high powered put Adina to sleep
Yo pardon, that bitch been on my all week, but uhh
Back to you Maybelline let's make a team
You can anything in this world except CREAM
So whatchu do? Whatchu wanna do?
Let's go ahead and walk these and represent Wu

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

Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)

Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace highness
Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all is the flyest
Moves you're making too fly jewels are
not a rape patient, you're looking good fly Asian
Ghettoes, is your hometown, we can go the whole round
that, I'm shootin downtown
I'm rockin and you wig is all intact
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly
Freaks be in fly sneaks
Two finger and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat
So I step in the square dear
You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven yeah

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

Three: Cappachino

Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like
Politic til deficit step, gimme your number
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and
Catch my eyes like highs I your bodily surprise
Double some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
Like a cripple, I love you like I my dick size
Ooh baby I miss you, your sweet touches
take pulls off the dutches, in my mindstate
Masterbate in clutches, I want you for self
Like wealth, so me closely
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 giant brooms out of their sockets

Outro: Man

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

Yeah, your

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

One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep nails done
and wigs tight, word up
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for me papi
That's for
One love to sundaes, with the cherries on top

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