Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

One: Ghostface Killer

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 in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jewelery shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem chains
Look, on me
But what about the Wonder Woman
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet tooth nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billy on it
God's
call me black 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

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush who dare creep
Into my of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop your head be swellin 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 Kevin Costner
Infrared ball inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby the mobster

Ghostface

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

Three: Raekwon the Chef

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