Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying them not
Look, me
But what about the Wonder bracelet
point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a bunch of with bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maxamillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my 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 who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on
Crossed over grain we was bubblin moonshine
on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
Donna fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like 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, niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you four times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is through mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty ticket-head too
Shump shump

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, don't have no money in pocket
In the streets while these people mark in their Jeep
Crack bums your back for jumps
Caught a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, of these 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 it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?