Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What nigga 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 niggas got garbage down the way, up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything 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) Here we we go
(Dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it like son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga 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, dollar bill

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all

It's twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the cause shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin' up state's my destination
Handcuffed in 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 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 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, corrupt cops, and crack
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
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 That life is hectic

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

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