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

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

(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check 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 dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!
One: Raekwon the Chef
I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started smokin woolies at
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would 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 like
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a ass click 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! from 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 years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to at the age of 15
A young buck sellin and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not... could not...
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- up state's my destination
in back 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 from a cell
I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I guess that's the time 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 hard may help you maintain
to to overcome 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 living
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That life is

-- 4X
Niggas gots to do what 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