Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

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

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination made my eyes
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo respect mine, or anger 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 y'all

It's been twenty-two hard years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I at the shape of the streets
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had
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
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
Smokin' bones in the
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear 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, 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 y'all