Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

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

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
alive was no jive
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 let's start it this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
my way on fire escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys 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 y'all

It's been long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
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 world turns I learned is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
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 still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't trying to hear 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 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 bill