Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

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

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it like this son, with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the 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 y'all

It's been twenty-two 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 ways of the world 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 drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could 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 I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin'
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, 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