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? Whassup
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right over
while you're, while you're filmin shit
I know he ain't 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 fiends around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we go
C'mon fuckit, let's go there, I'ma show this nigga right
Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy
deep niggaz

Think don't know what the fuck's goin on
Come on, on, right over here
on
There go, right there
That's them right kid
That
up
Aiyyo
You're right him
What the fuck is you man huh? Huh?
[The fuck you talkin
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 I say?
c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...

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

Raekwon the Chef

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo, check what happened out of
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm in lust
Spore plush I played my hand 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, showing love to all my
Spades tried to bag me, Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch slippin in Macy's
I dose off, a flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's
Opened flesh burgundy colored my Guess
trauma, black teen headed for surgery
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 babies who came feet
Dedicated to Up North and state
Dedicated to rich who sell weights
Dedicated to projects with kids
Dedicated to man who pyramids

Word up! the fuck yo?
We taking you on 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 off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
Old folks scream : the violence!
True layin up yo, these crack niggaz
nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime in mad ways
Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves
And no for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad 10's with mad
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act
I paid the throughout my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now in the past kid
God I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no for weed, mixed with coke
I my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and
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 brothers on the Island, up
up
Straight up, I love you boy, on like that
Word up, up
Peace to man and child
up
I got you covered baby, I'm for you
Project, it
Projects peoples one
Keep your clear, we out of here
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the muderous for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the remix
For real, the side
The RZA, it
Razor sharp
to the Clan
No producer can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, beats all types of
For real