Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Ghostface

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
to half-moon Caesars
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery out of the country
luxury, people saying dem lock chains
Look, on me
But about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the sewn, so we can make a billy on it
tropical
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the roof

Two: Cappadonna

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

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for nigga
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
Keepin real
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me you this four times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty ticket-head too
Shump shump

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
Flippin cakes to them heavy head hatin Jakes
It be us, all the soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, don't have no money in pocket
In the streets while these people money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for
Caught before a fake twenty dollar
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, for white
Pullin out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fuck was on yo