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

What nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check 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 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 tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white in ball 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 sick ass and went all out
Catchin' keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made 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 years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive 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 plans to C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had
to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the 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
That what? That life is

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 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, bill y'all