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

Intro: Raekwon,

So it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out
Yo yo up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, whattup Starks,
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid 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 ain't fuckin with heads though
YO SON, I just seen five fiends a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we go
C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga
up wait 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 go, right there
That's them right kid
cat?
up
Aiyyo
right behind him
What the is you doin man huh? Huh?
[The you talkin to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You ain't to me]
What the fuck you talkin
Yo, open your hand man, what the is that in your hand man?
Huh?]
*fight
*smack* the fuck, the fuck I say?
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 repeatedly* 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 grab this grab this take take this
Take this take this, go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this away man
Go Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead
Man that, man seventeen Son
Yo Son
Get the outta here man
Son
Go man, I'm dying go ahead
Hold shit Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to me man...

Intro: the Chef

the remix Son
Can it be, act you know
it

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, check happened out of state
I'm off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm 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, venom
I around the big time bosses
Illegal force exchange thoughts, love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and
Chef had that 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 rest
Opened flesh blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga to murder me?
I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a
Ray Cartegna, a fo'-fo' nigga

{Can it be that it was all so simple
to the Gods and Earths
Dedicated to babies who feet first
Dedicated to Up and down state
Dedicated to rich who sell weights
to projects with black kids
Dedicated to man who build

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

First
Yo yo

Verse Two:

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin wildin
Old folks scream : the violence!
True layin up yo, watchin these crack
Playin nuff crap games for what
Back in days, crime pays in mad
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300
Mad 10's with mad
Now that's the life of the good life, niggaz act trife
I paid the price throughout my hood
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 out with soap
And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

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

Yeah, for
Murderous material up
Peace to mazes, for
Meditating on
Gold, word up
Crazy fly, dedication, to my
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I 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
peoples one love
Keep your clear, we out of here
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the y'all
For real, the side
The RZA, it
blade sharp
Peace to the
No other can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, all types of shit
For y'all