Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

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

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing my Killa Beez
Chronic had my chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that
Tryna suck the head off my dick like a
Came in her mouth, then her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her it like a centipede
(Cash rules everything me)
Dre found me, before my city crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to me
6 passed now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit won't even around me
Reciting Method Man while my celly just sit
Niggas know I been on the Wu Ric Flair
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 rules around me)

I up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael flu game
jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, on them titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, wanna 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 Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate
Daytons on the S-Class equipped 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 bagging shit up watching
Black Glock, rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late, skinny 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, dollar y'all)