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

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

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

Say no more, ?Banky? gonna lay the law
Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to sick em on
Them that you sweatin, I don't stick em no more
We import dimes Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to Sean John, we gon order 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, twenty-eight thou',
gorgeous, Star cordless
Finish the (bitch) we in it, more fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, in the sweater three keys
Lans' stance, Don Steez

[Chorus:

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

Deck]
Another sound boy dyin, crowd noise
Don't let the slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in exotic women
I smile with the grin to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the wool off your act
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the 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 Harlem World Willie (shit) the best, we know
New Jack City 2, ?Banky? be
600 Benz-ino, midnight
Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide through

Man]
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice (niggaz)
Baby what, the black dust, diamond 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 God-zilla
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) I'ma her

Raekwon]

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

[Killa
Aiyyo I keep my (shit) baggedy, saggy, millionaire faculty
backin me up, deep for casualties, speak brief
Thoughts like a street sweep, reach peaks
and out, bitch smack your majesty
Iron palm through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where your at?

Raekwon]

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine,
Team lifestyle, aight 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

"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 shout to the Chef, Inspektah Deck
My man Man, big shout to my man ?Mel?
Big shout to the Harlem
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, minutes of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final baby