Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
Peace to Caesars
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people them not change
Look, me
But what about the Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maxamillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The tropical
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for
Peace to the Paris in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who switch blades on the red roof

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
Into my of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, and blind
He ain't mine, he like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was moonshine
on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while your head be up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed,
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumba
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas
shit real
If you haven't this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head too
shump baby

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