Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
Peace to Caesars
and all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, saying dem not change
Look, me
But what about the Wonder Woman
Two-oh point diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The God's
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red

Verse Two:

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

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me you this four times
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in gettin over
City who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't no money in your pocket
In the while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for
Caught before a fake twenty dollar
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
That's life, to top it all off, beef for
pullin bleach out to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?