Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

Tommy rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to shit y'all (yeah)
Get nostrils clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino (yeah)
Who's down with drug
Cappadonna, Arms

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
to half-moon Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not
Look, me
But about the Wonder Woman bracelet
point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The tropical
call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
Peace to the Paris in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got
I politic, show love, crush those who dare
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he like the faggots on daytime
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while head be swellin up all for the nation
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the bee songs like Kevin Costner
all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you four times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin through mad
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head too
Shump shump

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo back in the days, crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money Rovers
Stay dipped, have no money in your pocket
In the streets these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums your back for jumps
Caught before a fake dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
That's life, to top it all off, for white
bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fuck was on yo