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

What that want God?
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit 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!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a 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 question I would speed, for and weed
The combination made my eyes
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate now

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, bill y'all

It's been long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not, could not,
The court me short, now I face incarceration
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 turns I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
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 the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild sess drinkin' 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 life is

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, bill y'all

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