Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

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

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, in that limousine
Tryna suck the off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, then gave her some
Put a condom on and let her it like a centipede
(Cash rules around me)
Before Dre found me, before my crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas to clown me
Had to my brother's 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
Method Man while my celly just sit there
Niggas I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came through the hood, GX shining
Now these think I'm Lex Diamonds

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

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

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