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 over here baby
up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up

(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, this ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Around 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 side
Staying was no jive
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 to gee off was drug loot
And let's it like this son, rollin with this one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
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
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
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 respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the now

[Chorus: Man]

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

[Verse Two: Inspector

It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay to the ways 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 buck drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- up state's my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned life is
Living in the no different from 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 the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may 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 kick the truth to the young 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 That life is hectic

-- 4X]

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

Cuz we can't just get by no
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and

-- 3X]

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