Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man]

What that nigga want
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 garbage the way, word up

(Cash Rules Around 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) Here we we go
(dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

[Verse Raekwon the Chef]

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
At hands, moms bounced 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 start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now

[Chorus: Man]

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

Two: Inspector Deck]

It's been twenty-two 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 world cause shit is
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 buck sellin 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 -- up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the turns I learned life is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
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 explained working hard may you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To the truth to the young black 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 gots to be
That what? life is hectic

-- 4X]

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

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

-- 3X]

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