Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man]

What that nigga God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got down the way, word up

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

I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's 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 hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin keys across seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the 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 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 ways of the cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin -- up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from givin chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
to learn to 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 kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
what? That life is hectic

-- 4X]

Niggas gots to do what 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 bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH