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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, up

(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, this ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check shit, yo!
Verse One: the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin the tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes 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 went the wrong
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the now
Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all
Verse Two: Deck
It's been long hard years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
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.
Which failed; I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... not...
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working hard may you maintain
to learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To the truth to the young black youth
But running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
what? That life is hectic

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

'cause we just 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 dolla y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH