Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

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
shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying them not
Look, me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maxamillion
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's
call me black 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

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
Into my realm of I praise divine
Fine between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He mine, he shook 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 head be up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all your bumba rasta
pimped the derby like the mobster

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
shit real
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin through mad
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
shump baby

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin to them heavy head 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 money in pocket
In the streets these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums your back for jumps
Caught before a fake dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
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?