Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What that nigga God?
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them niggas got down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate now

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar bill

It's been twenty-two long hard years of strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin' going up my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
Smokin' in the staircase
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin' beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That That life is hectic

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar bill

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all