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,
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, Jheri drippin
See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're
I catch shootin notes as we got close
She rocked rope, honey throat like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like
Caught me like a scrod, or may I not be God
is very rude 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 Billie
Black Misses America, name is Erica, right true
Lazy eyeball, piece, six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath smellin cinnamon
me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
God damn, bangin like a Benz-y
If I was jiggy, you'd be like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high powered put Adina to sleep
Yo pardon, that been on my mind all week, but uhh
Back to you Maybelline let's make a team
You can have anything in world except CREAM
So whatchu do? Whatchu wanna 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 caramel sundaes is touched
And in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
(The ice man is coming!)

Verse Two: the Chef (Lou Diamonds)

Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your
Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, niggaz is the flyest
Moves you're making too fly jewels are
not a rape patient, you're good fly colored Asian
Ghettoes, them is hometown, we can go the whole round
After that, I'm shootin
I'm rockin hats and you wig is all
that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
Freaks be in fly sneaks
Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold
So when I 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,
Even caramel sundaes is touched
And scooped in my ice truck, Wu tears it up
(The ice man is coming!)

Verse Three:

Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown Thunder
til your deficit step, gimme your number
Your sexy ta-ta's and thighs
Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily
dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
Like a cripple, I love you like I 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
wealth, so play me closely
Bitches for the sting, who want the most of me
Only a hard dozen want to be callin me
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're
Call me if you to get dug like the pockets
I jizm like a giant break out of their sockets

Method Man

Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz
It's the after party and bitches 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 down when my clutch
and what titties sucked, ice cream

Yeah, your

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

One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep nails done
and wigs tight, word up
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me
That's for
One love to caramel sundaes, the cherries on top

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