Luyện nghe bài hát I Grew Up On Wu-Tang [Explicit]

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom's on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin
A youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I be gettin' the G off was loot
And let's it like this son
Rolling with one and that one
(Bongo by the way)

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that
suck the head off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, then her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her grind it a centipede
(Cash rules everything 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 to drown me
6 years now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to shit won't even come around me
Method Man while my celly just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX
Now these bitches I'm Lex Diamonds

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, rubbing on them boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas kill me
Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the 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 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 shit up watching
Black Glock, rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late, skinny nigga serving
Let the chronic circulate the Purple

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