Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man]

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got down the way, word up

(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly out
up
(Cash Rules Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

One: Raekwon the Chef]

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it like this son, rollin this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination made my bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin keys from seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now

Method Man]

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

[Verse Inspector Deck]

It's been twenty-two long hard of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I to jail at the age of 15
A buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned life is
Living in the world no different from a
I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
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 what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
to learn to the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
and stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild sess drinkin beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That life is

-- 4X]

Niggas gots to do what gotta do, to get a bill

Cuz we just get by no more
up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

-- 3X]

Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla dolla y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH