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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
What that want God?
Word up, look out for the [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over here baby
Word up, two for fives niggaz got garbage down the way, word up

(Cash Everything 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 bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse One: the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move the gate now
Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar bill
Verse Two: Inspector
It's been long hard years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is
A man with a 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 who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not... could not...
The played 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
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from givin chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? life is hectic

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

'cause we just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, up and down
-- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll,