Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

Tommy Hil' ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this y'all (yeah)
Get your clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff 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 coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem chains
Look, on me
But about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billy on it
tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries blades on the range roof

Verse Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
Into my of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and
He ain't mine, he shook the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice I release the confrontation
Dali fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
Infrared ball your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
shit real
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you this four
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is comin through mad
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty ticket-head too
Shump shump

Verse Three: the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
Flippin cakes to them head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in gettin over
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no in your pocket
In the streets these people mark money in their Jeep
bums watch 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 my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for
Pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my
Yo what the fuck was on yo