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

[Intro: Raekwon, Killah]

So that's it kid, Right here, lights out
Yo yo up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there there, right over there
while you're, while filmin 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 heads though
YO SON, I just five 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 niggaz don't what the fuck's goin on
Come on, come on, right over
on
There they go, there
That's right there kid
cat?
up
Aiyyo
right behind him
What the fuck is you doin man huh?
[The fuck you talkin
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You talkin to me]
the fuck you talkin 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 that nigga, grab him
*gun
Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* 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 grab this grab this take this this
Take this take this, go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw shit away man
Go ahead Son, go Son, just go ahead
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck here man
Son
Go man, I'm dying go ahead
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 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 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, deadly
I hung around the big time
force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, a flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked like Papsy in a mob I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for
Can it be an out of nigga tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a
Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo'

{Can it be it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the and Earths
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 real
Show these how to rhyme man
I think it's time to bless them, 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 these crack
Playin nuff crap for what see?
Back in days, pays in mad ways
Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now 300 Benz
Mad with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, niggaz act trife
I paid the price 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 my mouth 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, word up
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my that I ain't gonna see no more
to brothers on the Island, up North
up
Straight up, I love you boy, on like that
Word up, 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 in silence
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 other can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, beats all types of
For y'all