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

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

(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check shit, yo!
One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it this son, rollin with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a 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 fire
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo nigga 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 bill
Verse Two: Inspector
It's been long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
Which 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 what I could not... not...
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, 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 from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That life is

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

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