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

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

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa
Chronic had my eyes chinky like was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, gave her some 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, niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my clothes, them shits used to drown me
6 years passed now I'm in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu Ric Flair
Came home the hood, GX shining
Now these think I'm Lex Diamonds

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

I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu
Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on 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' Dirty the stainless
.38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the rotate
Daytons on the S-Class equipped the floor safe
And we had the stash with them red and blue tops
Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the dope padlocked
In the living bagging shit up watching Matlock
Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my socks
And my mama working late, skinny nigga serving
Let the chronic the Purple Tape

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