Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Ghostface

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

One: Ghostface 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 bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem chains
Look, on me
But about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
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
tropical
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the range

Verse Cappadonna

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

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for overtime
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you four times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is through mad strong
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head too
shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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