Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up (a.k.a. 'American Cream Team')

[Rae] Aiyyo, American Cream Team productions,
[THH] Harlem World,
[Rae] We back.. and we ain't goin
Get that? They respect me
(Just slay on em when you come back)

[The Harlem
Yo, the of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, depressive
In the art, (niggaz) get torn apart
in the dark, sharks swim deeper Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, rebellin
be, careful of the beef that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, peddlin
another kettle in, we be veterans

Say no more, ?Banky? gonna lay the law
Got Hoodz that's on the draw to sick em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin, I stick em no more
We import dimes from Singapore, bang em on
Run down to John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your

[Raekwon the
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain
Magnolium Rock, thou', plus
gorgeous, Star cordless
the (bitch) we in it, need more fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater keys
Myer stance, Don Steez

[Chorus:

Yo, take time out, hold nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine,
Cream Team lifestyle, now..
.. ground get out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go against us, win it now
Shed light, bring it to light, and right

Deck]
Another boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the fuzz in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like exotic
I smile with the sinister grin to him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods back
you fraud, pull the wool off your act
Throw your on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
Burn like, the human torch, for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts infinite
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run

[Harlem
Who bring that Harlem World (shit) the best, we know
New Jack City 2, ?Banky? be
600 Benz-ino, blue
Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide pipe

Man]
Yo, it's us, the Crush, ice (niggaz) plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the
Give a (fuck), I'm iodine, see me in the cut?
shadows, ridin on the track side-saddle
Long John Silver, the God on your like God-zilla
She gave away my (pussy) I'ma kill her

[Chorus:

Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream
Wake these (niggaz) up they hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo come back, switch theory
American Cream with no I in the team, beam

Sin]
Aiyyo I keep my (shit) baggedy, pants saggy, millionaire
backin me up, knee deep for casualties, brief
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically peaks
and spaz out, bitch smack your
Iron drillin through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where dogz at?

Raekwon]

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, now..
.. get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go against us, win it now
Shed light, it to light, and move right

"America's Team.."
"Ah-ah-America's Team.."

[Funk
Uh-huh, what?
One time baby, big to the RZA
Big to my man Power
Big to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck
My man Man, big shout to my man ?Mel?
Big to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, minutes of funk
Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby