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

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

(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, this ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like son, rollin with 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 running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
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 tuff like
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from seas
in MPV's, every 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 bill
Verse Two: Deck
It's twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to 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 played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from givin chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working hard may help you
to learn to the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That That life is hectic

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

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