Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: the Chef, Method Man]

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 niggaz got down the way, word up

(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take 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!

One: Raekwon the Chef]

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to 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, pullin out for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the now

[Chorus: Man]

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

Two: 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 shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had
Trying to get a at what I could not... could not...
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But running wild smokin 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 is hectic

-- 4X]

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

Cuz we can't get by no more
up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

-- 3X]

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