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) Word up, two for fives over baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(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) we here we go
(Dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms 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 loot
And let's start it like son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
Making my way on fire
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, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like
out I went the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate 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 bill

It's been twenty-two long hard years of 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 cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to at the age of 15
A buck sellin' 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' going up state's my
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may 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
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm 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, 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, dollar bill