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 sundaes is touched
And scooped in my ice 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 of chickens how you're clickin
I catch strong notes as we got close
She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like
Your whole shell baby's wicked like
Caught me a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
Attitude is rude Boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vassey and
They me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right
eyeball, small piece, six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath like cinnamon
Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, around again
God damn, backyard's like a Benz-y
If I was jiggy, be spotted like Spuds McKenzie
I'm powered put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo pardon, that bitch on my mind all week, but uhh
Back to you Maybelline Queen let's a team
You can have anything in this world except
So whatchu do? Whatchu wanna do?
Let's go ahead and walk dogs and represent Wu

Watch rap niggaz get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan,
Even caramel 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, Boo, peace your highness
Yo I'm loungin, big style, y'all niggaz is the flyest
Moves making too fly jewels are shaking
not a rape patient, you're looking fly colored 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
that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
Freaks be in fly sneaks
Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to heat
So I step in the square dear
You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui

Watch these rap get all up in your guts
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 Cappachino

Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown Thunder
Politic til your deficit step, your number
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and
Catch my like highs I want your bodily surprise
dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
Like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick
Ooh baby I miss you, your sweet touches
pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
Masterbate in your clutches, I want you for
Like wealth, so play me
Bitches for the sting, who want the most of me
Only a hard want to be callin me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree lovin
Call me if you want to get dug like the
I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their

Outro: Man

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

Yeah, guts

French-vanilla, butter-pecan,
caramel sundaes is gettin touched
scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu it up
Ice cold bitches melt down my clutch
and what they 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 sundaes, with the cherries on top

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