Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What that want God?
Word up, out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over 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 Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
At hands, moms bounced 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 this son, 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 running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The made my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough 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
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate now

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

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the of the world 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 young buck sellin' and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The court 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 I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained working 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 that hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That life is

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

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