Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
alive was no jive
Had secondhands, bounced 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 start it this son
Rolling with 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, Tasha in limousine
Tryna suck the off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, gave her some Listerine
Put a on and let her grind it like a centipede
(Cash rules around me)
Before Dre me, before my city crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, pussy used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, shits used to drown me
6 passed now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my celly sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu Ric Flair
home through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches I'm Lex Diamonds

Nigga I grew up on
Nigga I grew up on
(Cash rules around me)
(Cash rules around 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 with the flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on them boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, wanna kill me
I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be
RZA the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stainless
.38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the rotate
Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the floor
And we had the stash spots with them red and tops
Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the spot padlocked
In the room bagging shit up watching Matlock
Black Glock, rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama late, skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the Tape

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