Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people saying them not
Look, me
But what about the Wonder bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with
Son, it's on so we can Maxamillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The God's
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, niggas murder niggas for lunch
to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries blades on the red roof

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, want it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, and blind
He mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while your head be up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed,
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Costner
Infrared all inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby the mobster

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin through mad
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty ticket-head 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
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their
Crack bums watch your back for
Caught before a fake dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, of these Dominicans
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 it in my eyesight
Yo what the fuck was on yo