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

Intro: Raekwon,

So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to cat
Yo kid, Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over over there, right over there
while you're, you're filmin 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 with though
YO SON, I just seen five around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we go
fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right
Hold up wait up up, jiggy comin
Three deep

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

Yeah my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo that nigga, grab him
*gun
Yo shit! *gun fires* 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
Damn Son, you Son, bad Son
Aiyyo grab grab this take this take this
this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this away man
Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, go ahead
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck outta man
Son
Go ahead man, I'm dying go
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 off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
I the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust
Spore plush I played my hand like a royal
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, venom
I hung around the big time
Illegal force exchange thoughts, love to all my sources
tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got
and got like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin my neck to the God's rest
Opened burgundy blood colored my Guess
trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga to murder me?
I should've in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, a fo'-fo' nigga

{Can it be that it was all so simple
Dedicated to the and Earths
Dedicated to babies who came first
Dedicated to Up North and down
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell
Dedicated to projects with kids
Dedicated to man who pyramids

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

First
Yo yo

Two: Raekwon

It started off on the Island, AK niggaz wildin
Old folks scream : the violence!
True layin up yo, these crack niggaz
Playin nuff crap games for see?
Back in days, crime in mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300
Mad 10's with mad
Now that's the of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I the price throughout my hood life
I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with
I wash my mouth out with
And I got my act together, 'Lo and better
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

{Can it be it was all so simple then?}

Yeah, for
material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for
on life
Gold, up y'all
Crazy fly, dedication, to my
Word up, to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more
to brothers on the Island, up North
up
Straight up, I love you boy, on like that
up, word up
Peace to man woman and
up
I got you covered baby, I'm for you
Project, it
Projects peoples one
Keep your clear, we out of here
We in silence
Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the remix
For real, the real
The RZA, it
Razor blade
to the Clan
No other can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, beats all of shit
For real