Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method

What nigga want God?
Word up, 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 down the way, up

(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) 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: the Chef]

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
alive 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
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And start it like this son, rollin with this one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
No I would 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 and tuff like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the now

[Chorus: Method

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

[Verse Two: Inspector

been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had
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 of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working hard may help you
to learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
and shots, all on the block that stays 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 to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
what? That life is hectic

-- 4X]

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

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

-- 3X]

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