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 over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check shit, yo!

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it this son, rollin' 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 up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
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, bill 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 with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I 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 I learned life is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To the truth to the young black youth
But running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? life 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, 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