Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

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

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
to half-moon Caesars
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 about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
Who carries switch blades on the red

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of I praise divine
line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the on daytime
Crossed over grain we was bubblin moonshine
on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
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 bads of weed,
Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass money be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me you this four times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Three: the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in gettin over
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't no money in your pocket
In the streets while people mark money in their Jeep
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a 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
That's life, to top it all off, for white
pullin bleach out to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?