Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man]

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

(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check ol fly shit 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 dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!

[Verse Raekwon the Chef]

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
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 to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started smokin woolies at
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now

Method Man]

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

[Verse Two: Deck]

It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is
A man with a dream with plans to 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
Trying to get a at what I could not... could not...
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained hard may help you maintain
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and shots, all on the block that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That is hectic

-- 4X]

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

Cuz we can't get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and

-- 3X]

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