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 Pacino (yeah)
Who's down with drug
Cappadonna, Golden

Verse One: Ghostface

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

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of I praise divine
Fine between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the
Blinded by the ice I release the confrontation
Dali holy fat of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
Infrared ball your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for overtime
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Three: the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
Flippin cakes to them head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no in your pocket
In the streets while these mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for
before a fake twenty dollar bill
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, beef for
bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?