Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: the Chef, Method Man]

What nigga want God?
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over 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 this ol fly out
up
(Cash Everything 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 Raekwon the Chef]

I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin 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 doing for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now

[Chorus: Method

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

[Verse Two: Deck]

It's been twenty-two hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to 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 court played me short, now I face
Pacin -- going up my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I life is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may you maintain
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
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 to be accepted
That what? That life is

-- 4X]

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

Cuz we just get by no more
Word up, we get over, straight up and down

-- 3X]

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