Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

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

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And one, pullin' 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 cracks and
The made my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is and tuff like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the now

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

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
Survival got me buggin, but I'm 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 plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could 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 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 givin' chase, base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working may help you maintain
To learn to 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 black youth
But shorty's running wild 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 That 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