Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method

What that nigga want
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage 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 bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

[Verse One: Raekwon the

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it this son, rollin with this one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the 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 long 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 cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young sellin 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 shouldn't be so
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the and pain
We got kids, corrupt 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 wild smokin drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That life is

-- 4X]

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

Cuz we can't just get by no
Word up, we gotta get over, up and down

-- 3X]

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