Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

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

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
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 point diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
Move like a of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The tropical
Ladies call me fruit 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

Verse Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, want it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind
He mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
Donna holy fat of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumba
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
for overtime nigga
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me you this four times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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 money rockin Rovers
dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch back for jumps
Caught before a fake dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
That's life, to top it all off, beef for
pullin bleach out tryin to it in my eyesight
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?