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

What that nigga God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over here baby
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, this 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 side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was a dream 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 and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the 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, bill y'all

been 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 stay to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what 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 be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess the time 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 explained 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 that hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm 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 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, dollar y'all