Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
to half-moon Caesars
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying not change
Look, me
But what about the Wonder Woman
Two-oh point diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The bionic microphone is stacked
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's
call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored 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 leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and
He ain't mine, he like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be up all for the nation
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs Kevin Costner
all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby the mobster

Yeah,
spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump

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