Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom's on old man
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo, the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot
And start it like this son
with this one and that one
(Bongo by the way)

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa
Chronic had my eyes chinky like was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, then gave her some
Put a condom on and let her it like a centipede
(Cash everything around me)
Before Dre found me, before my crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas to clown me
Had to wear my clothes, them shits used to drown me
6 years passed now I'm in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit won't even around me
Reciting Man while my celly just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric
home through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches think I'm Lex

I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I grew up on
(Cash everything around me)
(Cash everything around me)

I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu
Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael flu game
jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, wanna kill me
Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the and the pills be
RZA the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stainless
.38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie
Daytons on the S-Class equipped the floor safe
And we had the stash with them red and blue tops
Chronic in the lock, the dope spot padlocked
In the living bagging shit up watching Matlock
Black Glock, rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late, skinny nigga serving
Let the chronic circulate the Tape

I up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I up on Wu-Tang
(Cash rules everything me)
(Cash rules everything me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, bill y'all)