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

Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Man
What nigga want God?
Word up, out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over 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 Around Me) you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!
Verse One: the Chef
I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms 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 start it like 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 at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on 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
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! from the gate now
Chorus: Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar bill
Two: Inspector Deck
It's twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause 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 drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The played me short, now I face incarceration
-- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working hard may help you
to learn to overcome the 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 the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
And ain't trying to hear what I'm 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 can't just get by no
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and
-- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla dolla y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH