Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
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, this 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 bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the 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 long hard years of strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not, could not,
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' up state's my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays 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 to be accepted
That what? That 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 y'all

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