Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
Peace to Caesars
And all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem lock
Look, on me
But what about the Wonder bracelet
Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a 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 black fruit
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries blades on the range roof

Verse Two:

Yo, the branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook the faggots on daytime
over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while your head be up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
Dali fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Costner
Infrared ball inside your rasta
pimped the derby like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
for overtime nigga
Any ass money should be
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin real
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden
Is comin through mad
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Three: Raekwon the

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