Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Ghostface

Tommy Hil' ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to shit y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils (yeah)
Come on, your 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 black
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
to half-moon Caesars
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery out of the country
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, ready for
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
like 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 fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder 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 branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, those who dare creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, 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
the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your be swellin up all for the nation
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Dali fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
Infrared ball inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me you this four times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is through mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Three: Raekwon the Chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin cakes to them head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls over
City who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your
In the streets these people 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, sick of these
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 what the was on yo mind?