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 talk to cat
Yo kid, Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, Whassup baby?
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 that shit
I know he ain't down with team

Don't know, sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?
That nigga ain't fuckin with 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
Hold up up wait up, jiggy comin
deep niggaz

Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's on
Come on, come on, right over
on
There go, right there
them right there kid
That
up
Aiyyo
You're behind him
the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?
[The fuck you to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
ain't talkin to me]
What the fuck you about?
Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your man?
[What?
ensues*
*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I
c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...

Yeah my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo grab nigga, grab him
*gun
Yo shit! *gun fires* 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
Damn Son, you Son, bad Son
grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I'ma go to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma this shit away man
Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, go ahead
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the outta here man
Son
Go man, I'm dying go ahead
Hold shit 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 One: 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
plush I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty
I put it in him, shot up in him, venom
I hung around the big time
Illegal force exchange thoughts, love to all my sources
tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey in Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got
and got licked Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
holdin my neck to the God's rest
Opened flesh burgundy colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for
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, carry a nigga

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

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

First
Yo yo

Two: Raekwon

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin wildin
Old scream : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, watchin crack niggaz
Playin nuff crap games for see?
Back in days, crime pays in mad
Sportin Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now 300 Benz
Mad 10's with mad
Now the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I paid the price my hood life
I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the
But now I'm all G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with
And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

{Can it be that it was all so simple

Yeah, for
material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for
Meditating on
Gold, up y'all
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, 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
Word up, up
to man woman and child
up
I got you baby, I'm here for you
Project, it
Projects peoples one
your head clear, we out of here
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the stacks for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the y'all
For real, the real
The RZA, it
Razor blade
to the Clan
No other producer can boy
UP
Bring it, battle, all types of shit
For real