Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

Verse One: Killer

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
Peace to Caesars
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem lock
Look, on me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The bionic microphone is stacked
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a on it
God's
call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
Who carries switch on the range roof

Two: Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, and blind
He ain't mine, he like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was moonshine
on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
Dali holy fat bags of weed,
Pasta, Bodyguard the bee songs like Kevin Costner
ball inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for overtime
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 you this four times
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin through mad
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head too
Shump shump

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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