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 garbage the way, word up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination made my eyes
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball 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 ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty 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 bill

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

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 awake to the of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a 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 never had
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The court played me short, now I face
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That life is

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

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