Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
to half-moon Caesars
And all the in the bleachers
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 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
Move a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billy on it
God's
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
Who carries switch on the range roof

Verse Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I divine
Fine between 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, laid up,
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
Dali fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared ball inside your rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass should be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me you this four times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the
and Golden Arms
Is comin mad strong
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Three: the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
Flippin cakes to them heavy head hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their
Crack bums watch back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
That's life, to top it all off, for white
Pullin bleach out tryin to it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?