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

Intro: Raekwon,

So that's it kid, Right here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me to this cat
Yo kid, Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, over there
while you're, while filmin that shit
I know he ain't down with your

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

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

Yeah it's my shit, my
Get up
Yo that nigga, grab him
*gun
Yo shit! *gun 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 this grab this take this take this
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 fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck outta man
Son
Go ahead man, I'm dying go
Hold shit Son
Yo, go go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...

Intro: the Chef

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

Verse One: Killer

Yo, check what 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 fallin in
Spore plush I played my hand like a flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, venom
I hung around the big time
Illegal exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch slippin in Macy's
I off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin my neck to the God's rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my
trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state tried to murder me?
I should've 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 and Earths
Dedicated to babies who feet first
to Up North and down state
Dedicated to rich who sell weights
Dedicated to projects with black
to man who build pyramids

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

First
Yo yo

Verse Two:

It off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
Old scream : stop the violence!
True up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin nuff games for what see?
Back in days, pays in mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil with 360 waves
And no for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act
I the price 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 time for weed, mixed coke
I wash my mouth out with
And I got my act together, 'Lo and better
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

it be that it was all so simple then?}

Yeah, for
material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for
Meditating on
Gold, word up
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no
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 peoples one
Keep head 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 real
The RZA, it
blade sharp
Peace to the
No other producer can boy
UP
Bring it, battle, beats all types of
For real