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, 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
with this one and that one
(Bongo by the way)

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Beez
Chronic had my chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick 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 found me, before my crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to me
6 years passed now I'm banging in the
Niggas that used to talk shit won't come around me
Method Man while my celly just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric
Came home through the hood, GX
Now these bitches think I'm Lex

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

I up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu
Glass jar, Pyrex, with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, on them titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the chain, niggas wanna kill me
Cause I turned into the plug, I'm the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings, Ol' with the stainless
.38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie
Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the safe
And we had the stash spots with red and blue tops
in the GLAAD lock, the dope spot padlocked
In the living bagging shit up watching Matlock
Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black
And my working late, skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the Purple

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