Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Ghostface

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

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

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook the faggots on daytime
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
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 while I the confrontation
holy fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Costner
Infrared inside your bumba rasta
pimped the derby like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you four times
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin cakes to heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in 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, vickin, sick of these Dominicans
good, had to shoot 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?