Luyện nghe bài hát C.R.E.A.M (DJ Green Lantern Remix)

What nigga want God?
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over here baby
up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we to Shaolin 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 son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
my way on fire escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, damn '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 across
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate now

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

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

been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the of the streets
And awake to the ways of the world 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 buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
going up state's my destination
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 world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
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 to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That is hectic

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

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

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

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