Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man]

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over 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, check ol fly shit 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!

One: Raekwon the Chef]

I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it this son, rollin with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now

Method Man]

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

[Verse Two: Inspector

It's been twenty-two long hard years of strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the cause shit 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 buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not... could not...
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working 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 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 to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? life is hectic

-- 4X]

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

Cuz we can't 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