Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

Tommy rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this shit (yeah)
Get your clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino (yeah)
down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna, Golden

Verse One: Killer

Yo, yo
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
Peace to Caesars
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people dem lock chains
Look, on me
But about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a on it
tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch on the range roof

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and
He ain't mine, he shook the faggots on daytime
Crossed over while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
while your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
holy fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner
ball inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass money be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is through mad strong
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money Rovers
dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for
Caught before a fake dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, vickin, sick of these Dominicans
good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for
Pullin out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?