Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: the Chef, Method Man]

What that nigga want
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
Word up, two for fives niggaz got garbage down the way, word up

(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, this ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

[Verse One: Raekwon the

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying alive was no
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A youth, yo rockin 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 dream for the teen, who was a
smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The made my eyes 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 damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff like
out I went the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin from 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

Method Man]

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

[Verse Two: Deck]

been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man with a dream plans 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
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... not...
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin -- going up my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, 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 it worth?
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 crack
and stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That life is

-- 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 Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH