Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m. 2009

[Intro: 50
You smoke that?
Go 'head, it son
I don't a fuck man (Six Figga)
Smoke shit man
Or you can crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a what you wanna do man
Don't look to me to you man - yeah
I'm not in the way

50 Cent]
Cash Rules, I keep a shooter me, Queens!
Get the money, I a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggaz me, Jesus!
For the money, go real hard (real hard)

[50
You are now under my
Summertime grind, out with the toasters
I return like a animal
New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you know
Another mil', another nigga
I got nothin but hard dick for your to lick
I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw of raw
I'm out in the grind, I make the dope soar
Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it out
A finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam
in God's hands, it's all God plan
You even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn

[50
I my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a crack, designer of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my
See through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda
summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring
You I'm bullshittin I put that on e'rything
The shootin stop right after the shit-talkin
I was crack while Mike was moonwalkin
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't it
I ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a to you
So he put some hot shit through you, do you?

[Outro: 50
Yeah, I'm back I'm back!
New shit, the over, new product
Yeah, man I fit in with these niggaz man
I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin jeans man
I these niggaz is faggots man, for real man
They with the club man
You think this shit is a C'mon man!
I think it's more that man
I it's more than that
So if a nigga a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?
man...