Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying alive was no
Had secondhands, Mom's on old man
So then we to Shaolin land
A youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I be gettin' the G off was loot
And let's 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 Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that
Tryna the head off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, then gave her Listerine
Put a condom on and let her it like a centipede
(Cash rules everything me)
Before Dre found me, before my crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my clothes, them shits used to drown me
6 years passed now I'm banging in the
Niggas that used to talk shit won't come around me
Reciting Method Man while my just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric
Came home through the hood, GX
Now these think I'm Lex Diamonds

I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I up on Wu-Tang
(Cash rules everything 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 blue
Lexus coupe, rubbing on them titties boy, 2
Top of the food chain, niggas wanna me
I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings, Ol' with the stainless
Five .38 revolvers, chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the 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 spot padlocked
In the living bagging shit up watching Matlock
Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late, skinny nigga serving
Let the chronic the Purple Tape

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