Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: the Chef, Method Man]

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

(Cash Everything Around 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) we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!

[Verse One: the Chef]

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So we moved to Shaolin 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, pullin out 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 made my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a 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! Move from the now

Method Man]

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

[Verse Two: Deck]

It's been twenty-two long hard of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not... could not...
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who working hard may help you maintain
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running smokin sess 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 is hectic

-- 4X]

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

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

-- 3X]

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