Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

Tommy rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to shit y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils (yeah)
on, sniff your brains 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 Jesus
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
Peace to Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, saying dem not change
Look, me
But what about the Woman bracelet
Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The God's
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch on the red roof

Verse Two:

Yo, the branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed,
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin
Infrared all inside your rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
for overtime nigga
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas
shit real
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the
Cappachino and Golden
Is through mad strong
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
Flippin to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for
Caught before a fake twenty bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, vickin, sick of these Dominicans
good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
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