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

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

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa
Chronic had my eyes like Compton was the Philippines
prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine
Tryna the head off my dick like a guillotine
in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her it like a centipede
(Cash rules around me)
Before Dre found me, before my crowned me
Bummy lil nigga, pussy used to clown me
Had to my brother's clothes, them shits used 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 the hood, GX shining
Now bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds

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

I grew up on Wu-Tang, had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's as hell, Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the chain, niggas wanna 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
on the S-Class equipped with the floor safe
And we had the stash spots with them red and tops
Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the spot padlocked
In the living room bagging shit up Matlock
Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my working late, skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic the Purple Tape

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