Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method

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

(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!

[Verse One: Raekwon the

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, pullin out for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
my way on fire escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No I would 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 tuff leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the now

Method Man]

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

[Verse Two: Inspector

It's been long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the of the streets
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 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 played me short, now I face incarceration
-- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape from 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 what's it
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working hard may you maintain
to learn to 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 youth
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 That life is hectic

-- 4X]

Niggas to do what they 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 Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll,