Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What that nigga God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(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 y'all) Check 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 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 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 smokin' at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff like
out I went the wrong 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 respect mine, or 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, dollar y'all

It's been twenty-two long hard 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 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 drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' up state's my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may you maintain
To learn to the heartaches and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That 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, 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