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

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

Harlem Hoodz]
Yo, the of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, depressive
In the golden art, (niggaz) get torn
in the dark, swim deeper than Noah's Ark
Hood, Wu breddern, stay rebellin
Better be, of the beef that you meddle in
advocates, death peddlin
Turn kettle in, we be veterans

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

[Raekwon the
a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style
Magnolium Rock, twenty-eight thou',
gorgeous, Star cordless
Finish the (bitch) we in it, need fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the three keys
Myer Lans' stance, Don

Raekwon]

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

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

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

Man]
Yo, us, the Cold Crush, ice (niggaz) plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, in the rough
a (fuck), I'm like iodine, see me in the cut?
Playin shadows, ridin on the track
Long John Silver, the God on your block like
[RRAWWARRR] She away my (pussy) I'ma kill her

Raekwon]

Aiyyo, spit for me, me, Cream Team
Wake these (niggaz) up they ain't hear me, on Leary
Yo back, switch slang theory
American Cream with no I in the team, beam

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

Raekwon]

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

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

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