Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Ghostface

Tommy rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this y'all (yeah)
Get your clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your 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 cause
to half-moon Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people dem not change
Look, me
But what about the Woman bracelet
Two-oh three 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
Move a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The tropical
Ladies call me black punch
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries blades on the red roof

Verse Cappadonna

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

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you this times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin through mad
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in pocket
In the streets while people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar
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
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?