Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
Peace to half-moon
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people them not change
Look, me
But what about the Wonder Woman
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 butter
The microphone is stacked 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 God's
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, niggas murder niggas for lunch
to the Paris crew 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 who dare creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
Donna holy fat of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for nigga
Any ass should be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you four times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
shump baby

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin
City niggaz who for money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in pocket
In the streets while these people 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 these
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 it in my eyesight
Yo what the fuck was on yo