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 cops [Wu-Tang five shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got down the way, word up

(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, this ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse One: the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the 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 long hard 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 shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who had much
to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face
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 turns I learned is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? life is hectic

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

'cause we can't 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 y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH