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

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, up
Know what I'm
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here 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 to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
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, bill y'all

been twenty-two long hard years 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 shit is
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The court played me short, now I face
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
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, corrupt cops, and crack
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young black
But running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That life is

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