Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m. 2009

[Intro: 50
You smoke that?
Go 'head, it son
I give a fuck man (Six Figga)
that 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 stop you man -
I'm not in the way

[Chorus: 50
Cash Rules, I keep a shooter me, Queens!
Get the money, I have a killed y'all (killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask 'bout 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, you know this
Another mil', nigga sick
I got nothin but dick for your bitch to lick
I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw of raw
I'm out in the grind, I make the dope price
Shit cool the mac out, run when it back out
A nigga blackout, better pray that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God
You mean even when a nigga smoked, goddamn

[50
I push my pen passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my
See clear through my eye; it's gon' be a murda
E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry
You think I'm I put that on e'rything
The shootin gon' stop right after the
I was sellin crack while was moonwalkin
20 off a pack, I stack, I call it
I blast ya NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you want me to send a nigga to you
So he put some hot shit through you, do you?

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