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

Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man
What nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage 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) we here we go
(dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it 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
Started smokin woolies at
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I 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 ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger 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 y'all
Verse Two: Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the of the world cause shit is deep
A man a dream 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 such who never had
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... not...
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin -- going up my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
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 to do what they 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 Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH