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

Intro: Raekwon,

So that's it kid, Right here, lights out
Yo yo up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, whattup Starks,
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, you're filmin that shit
I know he ain't down with team

Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga,
nigga ain't fuckin 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 nigga right
Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy
Three niggaz

Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's on
Come on, on, right over here
on
There they go, there
That's them there kid
That
up
Aiyyo
You're right him
What the fuck is you doin man huh?
fuck you talkin 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 hand man?
Huh?]
*fight
*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I
c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...

Yeah my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo that nigga, grab him
fires*
Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires 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 this grab this this take this
this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw shit away 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
Hold that Son
Yo, go go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...

Raekwon the Chef

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, check what out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm in lust
Spore plush I played my like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, woman
I put it in him, up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time
Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in
I off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
holdin my neck to the God's rest
Opened flesh blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for
Can it be an out of nigga tried 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 then?}
to the Gods and Earths
Dedicated to who came feet first
Dedicated to Up North and state
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell
Dedicated to projects with black
Dedicated to man who build

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

First
Yo yo

Verse Raekwon

It started off on the Island, AK niggaz wildin
Old scream : stop the violence!
True up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin crap games for what see?
in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sportin Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now 300 Benz
Mad with mad diamonds
Now that's the of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I paid the price throughout my life
I got blasted, now that's 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 out with soap
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 stacked up
Peace to mazes, for
on life
Gold, word up
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my that I ain't gonna see no more
to brothers on the Island, up North
up
Straight up, I you boy, it's on like that
Word up, up
to man woman and child
up
I got you baby, I'm here for you
Project, it
Projects peoples one
Keep head clear, we out of here
We in silence
Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the y'all
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