Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

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

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa
had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick 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)
Dre found me, before my city crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits to drown me
6 years now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk won't even come around me
Reciting Man while my celly just sit there
Niggas I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX
Now these bitches I'm Lex Diamonds

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

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

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