Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

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

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause 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 the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The God's
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my Jay Love
Who carries blades on the red roof

Verse Cappadonna

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

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 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 through mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your
In the streets while these people mark in their Jeep
Crack watch your back for jumps
before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these
Eatin good, had to my way up out of Bennigans
life, to top it all off, beef for white
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my
Yo what the fuck was on yo