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

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

(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) 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
alive was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it like this son, rollin this one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I would 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 like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
keys from 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
Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all
Verse Two: Inspector
It's been twenty-two long hard of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And awake to the ways 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 buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I 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 I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
to learn to the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
and shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin beer
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 gotta do, to get a bill

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