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

What nigga want 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 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 joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' 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 made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week 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 bill

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 strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And stay to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
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 I learned life is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
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 hard may help you
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To the truth to the young black youth
But running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That That life is hectic

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

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