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 sundaes is gettin
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu it up
(The ice man is coming!)

Verse Ghostface 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 notes as we got
She rocked rope, throat smellin like Impulse
Your shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
Attitude is very rude Boo, like seafood
It turns me on like Vassey and
call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley 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 no harm, turn around again
God damn, backyard's bangin a Benz-y
If I was jiggy, you'd be like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo pardon, that been on my mind all week, but uhh
Back to you Maybelline Queen let's a team
You can have anything in this world CREAM
So wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu

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

Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)

Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, your highness
Yo I'm loungin, big style, y'all niggaz is the flyest
Moves you're too fly jewels are shaking
not a patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian
Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole
that, I'm shootin downtown
I'm rockin and you wig is all intact
Who's that bee chick, eyes curly 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 aqui

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

Verse Three:

Black girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
til your deficit step, gimme your number
Your sexy persuasive and thighs
Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily
Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me out
Like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick
Ooh I miss you, your sweet tender touches
take pulls off the dutches, in my mindstate
Masterbate in your clutches, I 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, baby shoppin you're lovin
me if you want to get dug like the pockets
I jizm like a giant brooms out of their sockets

Method Man

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

Yeah, guts

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

One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your done
and your wigs tight, 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 french
vous francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
and all that good
That stuff