Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang 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 Around 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) Here we we go
(dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

[Verse One: the Chef]

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move the gate now

Method Man]

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

[Verse Two: Inspector

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had
Trying to get a clutch at what I not... could 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 shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin in the staircase
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
and stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
what? That life is hectic

-- 4X]

Niggas gots to do what 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 Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll,