Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Ghostface

Tommy Hil' ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin 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 with smuggling
Cappadonna, Arms

Verse One: Killer

Yo, yo
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to Caesars
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people dem lock chains
Look, on me
But what about the Woman bracelet
Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The bionic is stacked mechanic
Move a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a on it
God's
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my Jay Love
Who switch blades on the range roof

Two: Cappadonna

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

Ghostface

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 shit
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me you this four times
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is through mad strong
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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