Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What that nigga want
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over baby
Word up, two for fives niggas 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 Around 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
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a 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 from the now

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

It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, not,
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, base
Smokin' bones in the
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess the time when 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 working hard may you maintain
To learn to the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin' 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, 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, dollar y'all

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