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

Intro: Man (Johnny Blaze)

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

Watch these rap niggaz get all up in guts
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 Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)

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

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 Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)

Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, your highness
Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the
Moves 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
that, I'm shootin downtown
I'm hats and you wig is all intact
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes black
Freaks be in fly sneaks
Two finger rings and gold teeth, and afraid to hold heat
So when I step in the square
You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui

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

Three: Cappachino

Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like
til your deficit step, gimme your number
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and
Catch my eyes like highs I want your surprise
Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me out
Like a cripple, I love you like I my dick size
Ooh baby I miss you, your sweet touches
take off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
Masterbate in your clutches, I you for self
Like wealth, so play me
Bitches paranoia for the sting, who the most of me
a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree lovin
Call me if you want to get dug the pockets
I like a giant break 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 sundaes is gettin touched
scooped in the ice truck, Wu tears it up
Ice cold bitches melt down 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 titties sucked, ice cream

One love to my chocolate deluxes, your nails done
and wigs tight, word 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 vanillas
Parlez vous francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon
and all that good
That stuff