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

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

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Beez
Chronic had my chinky like Compton was the Philippines
prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick like a
Came in her mouth, then gave her Listerine
Put a condom on and let her grind it a centipede
(Cash rules around me)
Before Dre me, before my city crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas used to me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to me
6 years now I'm banging in the county
that used to talk shit won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu Ric Flair
Came through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches I'm Lex Diamonds

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

I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu
Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu
jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas kill me
I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty with the
Five .38 revolvers, chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie
Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the floor
And we had the stash spots with them red and blue
Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the dope padlocked
In the room bagging shit up watching Matlock
Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late, skinny nigga serving
Let the chronic circulate the Tape

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, bill y'all)