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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over 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, this ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check shit, yo!
Verse Raekwon the Chef
I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
No question I would 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 leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now
Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, bill y'all
Two: Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I to jail at the age of 15
A buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not... could not...
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin base
Smokin in the staircase
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 give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That That life is hectic

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

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