Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Intro: Killer

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

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon
and all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
luxury, people saying dem not change
Look, me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who switch blades on the red roof

Two: Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I praise
Fine between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop while head 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
all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Ghostface

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

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy 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 money in pocket
In the streets while these people money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for
Caught before a 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, for white
bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?