Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

Tommy Hil' ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this y'all (yeah)
Get nostrils clear (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
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
Peace to half-moon
And all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people dem lock chains
Look, on me
But what about the Woman bracelet
Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for
But first hit Maria's, for a butter
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a bunch of with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the sewn, so we can make a billy on it
God's
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
Who carries switch on the range roof

Verse Cappadonna

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

Interlude:

Yeah,
spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm strong, reaking niggas backs
shit real
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, the chef
and Golden Arms
Is comin through mad
From the isles of
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Three: 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
City niggaz who for blood rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your
In the streets while these people mark in their Jeep
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of Dominicans
good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, for white
Pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?