Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
Peace to half-moon
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, 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 tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, on so we can just 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 switch blades on the roof

Verse Two:

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 ain't mine, he shook the faggots on daytime
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
while your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
holy fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared ball inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for overtime
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the
and Golden Arms
Is comin through mad
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head too
Shump shump

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
Flippin cakes to them heavy niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls over
City niggaz who for money rockin Rovers
dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your for jumps
Caught a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of Dominicans
Eatin good, had to my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for
Pullin bleach out to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fuck was on yo