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 get all up in your 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 One: Ghostface (Tony Starks)

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

Watch these rap 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!)

Verse Two: Raekwon the (Lou Diamonds)

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

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

Verse Three:

Black girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
Politic til your deficit step, gimme your
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and
Catch my like highs I want your bodily surprise
Double dime time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
Like a cripple, I love you I love 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 for the sting, who want the most of me
Only a dozen want to be callin me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, shoppin spree you're lovin
me if you want to get dug like the pockets
I like a giant break brooms out of their sockets

Method Man

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

Yeah, guts

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

One love to my deluxes, keep your nails done
and wigs tight, word up
One love to my Ricans for calling me papi
for real
One love to caramel sundaes, with the on top

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