Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
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 about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut rubies
Kid I it
My tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The God's
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my Jay Love
Who switch blades on the red roof

Verse Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
Into my realm of sunshine I divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, 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, Tony Starks,
Develop while 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 songs Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside bumba rasta
pimped the derby like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
shit real
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you this times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin through mad
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo back in the days, crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head hatin Jakes
It be us, all the soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't no money in your pocket
In the while these people mark money in their Jeep
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty bill
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 what the fuck was on yo