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

[Rae] Aiyyo, Cream Team productions, bustin
[THH] World, Shaolin
[Rae] We back.. and we goin nowhere
Get that? gonna respect me
(Just just slay on em when you back)

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

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

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

[Chorus:

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

[Inspektah
Another boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like women
I with the sinister grin to finish him
You [fuckin] Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the off your Hollywood act
Throw body on the tracks, pull 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

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

[Method
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?
Playin shadows, ridin on the side-saddle
Long Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
She gave away my (pussy) I'ma kill her

[Chorus:

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

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

[Chorus:

Yo, take time out, hold your out
Polly the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
.. ground get out, mic fightin on the kite 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.."

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