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

Intro: Raekwon,

So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? 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 seen this kid over there over there, right over there
while you're, while filmin that shit
I know he down with your team

Don't know, sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?
That nigga ain't fuckin with heads
YO SON, I just seen fiends around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we go
C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, show this nigga right
Hold up up wait up, jiggy comin
deep niggaz

Think niggaz don't know what the goin on
Come on, come on, right over
on
There they go, right
them right there kid
That
up
Aiyyo
right behind him
What the is you doin man huh? Huh?
[The fuck you to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You ain't to me]
What the fuck you talkin
Yo, your hand 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 grab that nigga, 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 take this take
Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house the cops come
I'ma this shit away man
Go ahead Son, go Son, just go ahead
Man that, man seventeen Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck here man
Son
Go man, I'm dying go ahead
Hold that Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to me man...

Intro: the Chef

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

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a rate
I smoke the dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust
Spore I played my hand like a royal flush
jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, venom
I hung around the big bosses
Illegal force thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey in Macy's
I dose off, a flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked like in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my
Emergency trauma, teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to me?
I stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a nigga

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

Word up! the fuck yo?
We taking you on 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 scream : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, these crack niggaz
Playin crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime pays in mad
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300
Mad with mad diamonds
Now that's the of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I the price throughout 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, with coke
I wash my mouth out with
And I got my act together, 'Lo and better
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

{Can it be that it was all so simple

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 ain't gonna see no
Peace to on the Island, up North
up
Straight up, I love you boy, on like that
up, word up
Peace to man and child
up
I got you covered baby, I'm for you
Project, it
peoples one love
Keep your head clear, we out of
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the muderous for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the remix
For real, the real
The RZA, it
blade sharp
Peace to the
No other producer can boy
UP
Bring it, battle, beats all types of
For real