Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Ghostface

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
Peace to half-moon
and all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not
Look, me
But what about the Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The tropical
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red

Two: Cappadonna

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

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for overtime
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
shit real
If you haven't this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, have no money in your pocket
In the while these 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, vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, for white
pullin bleach out tryin to it in my eyesight
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?