Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Ghostface

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

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
luxury, people saying dem not change
Look, me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point 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 stacked
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's
Ladies call me black punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who switch blades on the red roof

Two: Cappadonna

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

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin real
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is through mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Three: the Chef

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