Luyện nghe bài hát Can It All Be So Simple (remix)

Intro: Raekwon,

So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, out
Yo yo up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, Whassup baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just this kid over there over there, right over there
while you're, while you're that shit
I know he ain't down with team

Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga,
That nigga ain't fuckin heads though
YO SON, I seen five fiends around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we go
C'mon fuckit, go over there, I'ma show this nigga right
Hold up up wait up, jiggy comin
Three niggaz

Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's on
Come on, come on, right here
on
There they go, right
That's them there kid
That
up
Aiyyo
You're right him
the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?
[The fuck you to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You ain't to me]
the fuck you talkin about?
Yo, your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?
Huh?]
*fight
*smack* What the fuck, the I say?
c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...

Yeah it's my shit, my
Get up
Yo that nigga, grab him
*gun
Yo shit! fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!
Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!
Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo
Yo man, yo Son I'm hit
Man Son, I'm hit
Yo
Son I'm hit
Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son
Aiyyo this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the come
throw this shit away man
Go ahead Son, go Son, just go ahead
Man that, man seventeen Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck here man
Son
Go ahead man, I'm go ahead
that shit Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to me man...

Intro: the Chef

It's the Son
Can it be, act like you
it

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, check what happened out of
I'm knocking off a Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in
Spore plush I played my hand like a flush
Baggy jeans, Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, venom
I hung around the big time
force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got
and got licked Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's
Opened flesh burgundy colored my Guess
trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga to murder me?
I stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a nigga

{Can it be it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the Gods and
to babies who came feet first
Dedicated to Up and down state
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell
Dedicated to projects with black
Dedicated to man who build

Word up! What the yo?
We taking you on chamber
up son, you know how we be on it
Yeah it's
these crabs how to rhyme man
I think it's time to them, word up

First
Yo yo

Verse Raekwon

It off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
Old scream : stop the violence!
True up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin nuff games for what see?
Back in days, crime pays in mad
Sportin Tommy Hil with 360 waves
And no for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I the price throughout my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with
I wash my mouth out soap
And I got my act together, 'Lo and better
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

{Can it be that it was all so simple

Yeah, for
Murderous material up
to mazes, for real
Meditating on
Gold, up y'all
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more
Peace to on the Island, up North
up
Straight up, I you boy, it's on like that
up, word up
Peace to man woman and
up
I got you baby, I'm here for you
Project, it
Projects one love
your head clear, we out of here
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the stacks for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
the remix y'all
For real, the real
The RZA, it
blade sharp
Peace to the
No producer can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, beats all types of
For y'all