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

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

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

Say no more, ?Banky? gonna lay the law
Got Hoodz that's quick on the 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 more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your

the Chef]
Twist a Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style
Magnolium Rock, thou', plus
gorgeous, Trek cordless
Finish the (bitch) we in it, need more in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three
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..
.. 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

Deck]
Another boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the fuzz in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like women
I smile with the grin to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods pushed
you fraud, pull the wool off your act
your body on the tracks, pull the back 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 Harlem Willie (shit) the best, we know
New Jack 2, ?Banky? be Nino
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, the black dust, diamond in the rough
Give a (fuck), I'm iodine, see me in the cut?
Playin shadows, ridin on the side-saddle
Long John Silver, the God on your block like
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) I'ma her

[Chorus:

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

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

Raekwon]

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

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

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