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

Verse One: Killer (Tony Starks)

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

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

Verse Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)

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

Watch these rap niggaz get all up in guts
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 wonder, shade brown like Thunder
Politic til your deficit step, your number
Your sexy persuasive and thighs
Catch my eyes highs I want your bodily surprise
Double some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size
Ooh baby I miss you, your sweet touches
pulls off the dutches, orgasm 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 hard dozen want to be callin me
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree lovin
Call me if you want to get dug the pockets
I jizm like a giant brooms out of their sockets

Outro: Man

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

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

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