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

What that nigga God?
Word up, out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down the way, word up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit 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 bill y'all) this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
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
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination made my bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
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 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 y'all

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

It's twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the turns I learned life is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
bones in the staircase
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 the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
To learn to 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 living
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin' beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
what? That life is hectic

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

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