Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people saying 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 a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The God's
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

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was moonshine
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 release the
holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the

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

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, don't no money in your pocket
In the while these people mark money in their Jeep
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
That's life, to top it all off, for white
Pullin bleach out to throw it in my eyesight
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?