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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
What that want God?
Word up, look out for the cops five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over 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, check this ol fly 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 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 hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin this one
And that one, pullin out for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination made my eyes
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin keys from seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move the gate now
Chorus: Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, bill y'all
Two: Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
got me buggin, but I'm alive 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 with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A buck sellin 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 -- 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 life is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin
Smokin bones in the
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time 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 learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That That life 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 get over, straight up and down
-- 3X
Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH