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
up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla dolla 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 then we moved to land
A youth, yo rockin' 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 that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
Making my way on escapes
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click 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 nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate 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 bill

It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which 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 court me short, now I face incarceration
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working hard may help you
To learn to overcome the and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
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 gots to be
That what? That life is

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

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