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

Intro: Raekwon,

So it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right 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 there there, right over there
while you're, while filmin that shit
I he ain't down with your team

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

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

Yeah my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo grab nigga, grab him
*gun
Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun 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 take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this shit man
Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the outta here man
Son
Go ahead man, I'm dying go
that shit Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, try to assassinate me man...

Raekwon the Chef

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

Verse One: Killer

Yo, what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, at a fast rate
I the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust
plush I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly
I hung the big time bosses
Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and
Chef had bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got
and got like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's
Opened flesh blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to me?
I stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo'

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

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

First
Yo yo

Verse Two:

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin wildin
Old folks : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, watchin crack niggaz
nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, pays in mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300
Mad 10's with mad
Now the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I paid the throughout my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the kid
God forbid I lay in the
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, with coke
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 that it was all so then?}

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