Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

One: Ghostface Killer

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

Two: Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare
Into my realm of sunshine I divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and
He ain't mine, he shook the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while your head be 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 your bumba rasta
Cappadonna the derby like the mobster

Ghostface

Yeah,
Eight lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for overtime
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas
shit real
If you haven't this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me you this four times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty ticket-head too
Shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls over
City niggaz who for blood rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't no money in your pocket
In the while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch back for jumps
Caught before a twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of 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