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

[Rae] Aiyyo, American Team productions, bustin
[THH] Harlem World,
[Rae] We back.. and we goin nowhere
Get that? 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 torn
in the dark, swim deeper than Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, rebellin
Better be, careful of the that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death
Turn another kettle in, we be

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

the Chef]
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain
Magnolium Rock, thou', plus
gorgeous, Star Trek
the (bitch) we in it, need more fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three
Lans' stance, Don Steez

[Chorus:

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

[Inspektah
Another sound boy dyin, crowd noise
let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, em in like exotic women
I smile with the grin to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods back
you fraud, pull the wool off Hollywood act
Throw body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
Burn like, the human torch, for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run

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

[Method
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice (niggaz)
what, peep 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
John Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) kill her

[Chorus:

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

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

[Chorus:

Yo, take time out, hold your out
with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight 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.."

Flex]
Uh-huh, what?
One baby, big shout to the RZA
Big to my man Power
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah
My man Method Man, big 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, Flex aight the final chapter baby