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

Intro: the Chef, Method Man
that nigga want God?
Word up, out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them 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 Everything Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check shit, yo!
Verse One: the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like son, rollin with this one
And one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was a dream 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 cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin from across seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty 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
Verse Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... not...
The court me short, now I face incarceration
-- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may you maintain
to learn to the heartaches and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That life is

-- 4X
Niggas gots to do they gotta do, to get a bill

'cause we can't just get by no
up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
-- 3X
Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla dolla y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH