Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Tang Clan- "C.R.E.A.M."

Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man
What that nigga God?
Word up, out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage the way, word up

(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse One: the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it like this son, rollin this one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move the gate now
Chorus: Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all
Verse Two: Inspector
It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I incarceration
-- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin
Smokin bones in the
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? life is hectic

-- 4X
Niggas to do what they gotta do, to get a bill

'cause we can't get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and
-- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH