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 we moved to Shaolin land
A youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I be the G off was drug 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 like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, in that limousine
suck the head off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, then gave her Listerine
Put a condom on and let her grind it like a
(Cash rules around me)
Before Dre me, before my city crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas to clown me
Had to my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me
6 years now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man my celly just sit there
Niggas know I on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX
Now these bitches I'm Lex Diamonds

Nigga I up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I up on Wu-Tang
(Cash everything around 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
jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas kill me
Cause I into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty the stainless
Five .38 revolvers, thirty-six
Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie
Daytons on the S-Class with the floor safe
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 watching
Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my working late, skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the Purple

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