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 niggas got garbage down the way, up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit 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 bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
alive was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin 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 one, pullin' 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
Making my way on fire
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff like
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we 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, bill y'all

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

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to at the age of 15
A young buck 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
Pacin' going up state's my
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the time 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 shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin 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 is hectic

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 bill

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