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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga God?
up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down 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 dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!
One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
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
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty 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 bill
Verse Two: Deck
It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin 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
Pacin -- up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin in the staircase
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working may help you maintain
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got kids, corrupt 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 young black
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That That life is hectic

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

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