Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Ghostface

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

Verse One: Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few 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
luxury, people saying dem not change
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 microphone is stacked
Move like a of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush who dare creep
Into my of sunshine I praise divine
Fine between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Costner
Infrared all inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass should be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, don't have no in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their
Crack bums your back for jumps
Caught a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, 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 throw it in my
Yo what the was on yo mind?