Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Ghostface

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

Verse One: Killer

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
Peace to half-moon
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 diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the sewn, so we can make a billy on it
God's
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
Who switch blades on the range roof

Verse Two:

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

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is comin through mad
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo in the days, baggin 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 while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your for jumps
Caught before a fake dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these
good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for
bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?