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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
What that want God?
Word up, out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here 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 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: Raekwon the
I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
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 boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the now
Chorus: Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar bill
Verse Inspector Deck
been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the 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 young buck drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I that's the time 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 working may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That is hectic

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

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