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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
What nigga want 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 niggaz got garbage the way, word up

(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly 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!
Verse One: the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin this one
And that one, pullin out for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination made my eyes
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
up white boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from 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 y'all
Verse Two: Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a 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 Jakes givin chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
to learn to the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
what? That life is hectic

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

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