Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Water - Raekwon

Intro: Killer

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

Verse One: Ghostface

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

Verse Cappadonna

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

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
for overtime nigga
Any ass should be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump

Three: Raekwon the Chef

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