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

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

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

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

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

It's twenty-two long hard 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 cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch 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
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the turns I learned life is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
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 rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin' beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
what? That life 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 y'all