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 shit y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils (yeah)
Come on, sniff brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino (yeah)
down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna, Golden

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
to half-moon Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury out of the country
luxury, people saying dem not change
Look, me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The tropical
Ladies call me 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

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got
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 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 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 Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside bumba rasta
pimped the derby like the mobster

Interlude:

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

Verse Three: the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin cakes to them head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your
In the streets while these mark money in their Jeep
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake dollar 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, beef for
pullin bleach out to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?