Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

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

(Red Wallabies) with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that
suck the head off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, gave her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her grind it like a
(Cash everything around me)
Before Dre found me, before my city me
lil nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to me
6 years passed now I'm 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 through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches think I'm Lex

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

I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's sick as hell, Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on them titties boy, 2
Top of the food chain, wanna kill me
Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the be
RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty 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 with them red and blue tops
Chronic in the lock, the dope spot padlocked
In the living room bagging up watching Matlock
Black Glock, crack bundled in my black socks
And my mama late, skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the Purple

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