Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

Verse Ghostface 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 in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery out of the country
Deluxe luxury, saying dem lock chains
Look, on me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the sewn, so we can make 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 Jay Love
Who carries blades on the range roof

Two: Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, show love, those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I divine
Fine line dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he like the faggots on daytime
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice I release the confrontation
holy fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin
Infrared ball inside your rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you this times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin through mad
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head too
shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark in their Jeep
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
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