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 here baby
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down the way, word up

(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!
One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
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, rollin this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
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
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now
Chorus: 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 years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the of the world cause shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who 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
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young 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
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 Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH