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 cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down the way, word up

(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural
(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 Times
Staying alive was no
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 this son, rollin this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo respect mine, or anger the tech 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 Two: Inspector

It's been twenty-two long hard years of strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I to jail at the age of 15
A young sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face
-- going up state's my destination
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
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? life is hectic

-- 4X]

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