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 baby
up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a 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 side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats 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 high
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination made my bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the 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 years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, not,
The court me short, now I face incarceration
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the to the young black youth
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 gots to be
what? That life is hectic

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 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, bill y'all