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

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

(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, this ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse One: 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 then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with 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 running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the 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
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 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 I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That life is

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

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