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 shit y'all (yeah)
Get your clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff brains out
All my Al Capone, Al niggaz (yeah)
Who's down drug smuggling
Cappadonna, Arms

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz 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, 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 nigga throbbin, ready for
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
Move a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a on it
tropical
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
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 those who creep
Into my realm of sunshine I divine
line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on
over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
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, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Costner
ball inside 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 should be
Cause I'm strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you four times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin through mad
From the of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty ticket-head too
shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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