Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few sniff coke, it cause seizures
to half-moon Caesars
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying them not
Look, me
But what about the Wonder 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 butter
The bionic microphone is stacked
Move like a bunch of with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maxamillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The tropical
Ladies call me black 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 want it got
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of I praise divine
Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the on daytime
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop your head be swellin up all for the nation
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed,
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumba
Cappadonna pimped the derby the mobster

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you four times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in pocket
In the streets while people mark money in their Jeep
Crack watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar
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 out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fuck was on yo