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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery out of the country
Deluxe luxury, saying dem lock chains
Look, on me
But what about the Wonder bracelet
point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the sewn, so we can make a billy on it
God's
call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my Jay Love
Who carries switch on the range roof

Verse Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever 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 mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be up all for the nation
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Dali holy fat bags of weed,
Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared inside your bumba rasta
pimped the derby like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass should be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four
Tony Starks, the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump baby

Three: Raekwon the Chef

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