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

Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man
What that nigga God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
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 this ol fly 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 bill y'all) this shit, yo!
Verse Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo 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
smokin woolies at sixteen
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 made my eyes
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in 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 nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
Ch-chick-POW! Move the gate now
Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, bill y'all
Verse Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face
-- going 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 no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin in the staircase
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working 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 block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? life is hectic

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

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