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
We back.. and we ain't goin nowhere
Get that? They gonna me
(Just just slay on em you come back)

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

Say no more, ?Banky? gonna lay the law
Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin, I don't stick em no
We import from Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to Sean John, we gon 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
Finish the (bitch) we in it, need more in the fortress
Flashback freeze, in the sweater three keys
Lans' stance, Don Steez

[Chorus:

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 on the kite now
Despite thou, go 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 slide in, bust out the
Sure win, lure em in like women
I smile with the sinister grin to him
You [fuckin] Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
you fraud, the wool off your Hollywood act
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the out your raps
Burn like, the human torch, lookin for
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run

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

[Method
Yo, us, the Cold Crush, ice (niggaz) plush
Baby what, the black dust, diamond in the rough
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 block God-zilla
She gave away my (pussy) I'ma kill her

[Chorus:

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

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

[Chorus:

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
.. ground get out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go us, win it right 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 shout to my man
Big shout to 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, sixty minutes of
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final baby