Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Ghostface

Tommy Hil' ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils (yeah)
Come on, your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al niggaz (yeah)
Who's down with drug
Cappadonna, Golden

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
Peace to Caesars
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people dem lock chains
Look, on me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a on it
tropical
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 range roof

Two: Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and
He mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
Dali holy fat bags of weed,
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Costner
Infrared ball inside bumba rasta
pimped the derby like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin real
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin through mad
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump

Three: Raekwon the Chef

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 halls gettin
City niggaz who for blood rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your
In the streets while these people mark money in their
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, beef for
bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?