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 this shit (yeah)
Get your nostrils (yeah)
on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino (yeah)
Who's down with drug
Cappadonna, Arms

Verse One: Killer

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
to half-moon Caesars
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, saying dem lock chains
Look, on me
But what about the Wonder Woman
Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the sewn, so we can make a billy on it
tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries blades on the range roof

Two: Cappadonna

Yo, the branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush who dare creep
Into my of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
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 your bumba rasta
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
for overtime nigga
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm strong, reaking niggas backs
shit real
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is comin mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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