Luyện nghe bài hát Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) - Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon, Killah]

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 just seen this kid there over there, right over there
while you're, while you're that shit
I know he ain't down your team

Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga,
That nigga ain't fuckin with though
YO SON, I just seen five 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, comin
Three deep

Think niggaz know what the fuck's goin on
Come on, come on, right here
on
There they go, right
them right there kid
That
up
kid?
You're right him
What the fuck is you doin man huh?
[The fuck you to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You talkin to me]
What the you talkin about?
Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand
Huh?]
*fight
*smack* What the fuck, the I say?
c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...

Yeah it's my shit, my
Get up
Yo grab 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
Damn Son, you Son, bad Son
Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take
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 fuck outta man
Son
Go ahead man, I'm go ahead
Hold shit Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, try to assassinate me man...

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

[Verse One: Killer]
Yo, what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the dust 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 force thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch slippin 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 blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for
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, carry a nigga

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

Word up! the fuck yo?
We you on another chamber
up son, you know 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

[Verse Two:
It started off on the Island, AK niggaz wildin
Old folks stop the violence!
True up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin nuff games for what see?
Back in days, crime in mad ways
Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now 300 Benz
Mad 10's mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I paid the price throughout my hood
I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed coke
I wash my out with 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 simple

Yeah, for
Murderous material up
Peace to mazes, for
on life
Gold, up y'all
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't see no more
to brothers 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
Projects one love
Keep head clear, we out of here
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the muderous for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the y'all
For real, the real
The RZA, it
blade sharp
Peace to the
No other can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, all types of shit
For real