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 hold up let me talk to cat
Yo kid, whattup Starks,
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen kid over there over there, right over there
while you're, while you're filmin that
I know he ain't down with your

Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga,
That nigga ain't fuckin with heads
YO SON, I seen five fiends 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 wait up, jiggy
Three deep

Think niggaz know what the fuck's goin on
Come on, come on, over here
on
There they go, there
That's right there kid
That
up
Aiyyo
right behind him
What the fuck is you man huh? Huh?
fuck you talkin to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You talkin to me]
What the fuck you talkin
Yo, open your 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
fires*
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
Damn Son, you Son, bad Son
grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops
I'ma throw shit away man
Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck outta man
Son
Go ahead man, I'm go ahead
that shit Son
Yo, go go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...

Intro: the Chef

the remix Son
Can it be, act like you
it

Verse One: Killer

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

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

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

First
Yo yo

Verse Raekwon

It off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
Old folks : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, these crack niggaz
nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime pays in mad
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360
And no searchin for ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes act trife
I the price 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, mixed 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 it was all so simple then?}

Yeah, for
Murderous material up
to mazes, for real
Meditating on
Gold, up y'all
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I gonna see no more
Peace to on the Island, up North
up
Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like
Word up, up
Peace to man and child
up
I got you covered baby, I'm for you
Project, it
Projects one love
Keep your head clear, we out of
We in silence
Bad boys, creating, the stacks for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the remix
For real, the side
The RZA, it
Razor blade
to the Clan
No other producer can boy
UP
Bring it, battle, all types of shit
For real