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

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check shit, yo!

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out 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 I would speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same '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' keys from seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the 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 been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay to the ways of the world cause 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 buck 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
Pacin' going up my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm 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 bill

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