Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method

that nigga want God?
Word up, out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for 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 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!

[Verse One: Raekwon the

I up on the crime 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 rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with one
And that one, pullin out for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination made my bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now

[Chorus: Man]

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

[Verse Inspector Deck]

It's been long 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.
failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin -- up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
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
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That That life is hectic

-- 4X]

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

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

-- 3X]

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