Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What that nigga want
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over here baby
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly 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 dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for 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
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate now

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 bill

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin' going up state's my
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
Smokin' bones in the
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
And stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And trying 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 y'all

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, bill y'all

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