Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What nigga want God?
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, up
Know what I'm
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying alive was no
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, with this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No I would 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 and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' keys from seas
Rollin in MPV's, every 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, bill y'all

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

been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause 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 sellin' drugs 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' up state's my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
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 the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That That life is hectic

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, 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