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 to this cat
Yo kid, whattup Starks,
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right there
while you're, you're filmin that shit
I know he ain't down with team

Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?
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, show this nigga right
up wait up wait up, jiggy comin
Three deep

Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's on
Come on, come on, right over
on
There they go, right
That's them right kid
cat?
up
Aiyyo
right behind him
What the fuck is you 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 man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?
Huh?]
*fight
*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I
c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...

Yeah my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo grab nigga, grab him
fires*
Yo shit! fires* Move 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
Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son
Aiyyo grab this grab take this take this
Take this take this, go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw shit away man
Go Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck outta 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 One: Ghostface

Yo, check what out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a rate
I smoke the black kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust
plush I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, venom
I around the big time bosses
Illegal exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and
had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, catch a on how I got trapped
and got licked Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood my Guess
trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to 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 Gods and
Dedicated to babies who came feet
Dedicated to Up and down state
Dedicated to niggaz who sell weights
Dedicated to with black kids
Dedicated to man who build

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

First
Yo yo

Two: Raekwon

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin wildin
Old folks scream : the violence!
True up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin nuff crap for what see?
in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360
And no searchin for ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad 10's with mad
Now that's the life of the good life, niggaz act trife
I paid the price my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the kid
God I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed coke
I wash my mouth out soap
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
Peace to mazes, for
on life
Gold, word up
Crazy fly, dedication, to my
up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more
Peace to brothers on the Island, up
up
Straight up, I love you boy, it's on that
up, word up
Peace to man and child
up
I got you baby, I'm here for you
Project, it
Projects one love
Keep your clear, we out of here
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the remix
For real, the real
The RZA, it
blade sharp
Peace to the
No producer can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, all types of shit
For real