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

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

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

Say no more, ?Banky? gonna lay the law
Got Hoodz that's on the draw to sick em on y'all
broads that you sweatin, I don't stick em no more
We import dimes Singapore, bang em on tour
Run to Sean John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your

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

[Chorus:

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
with the all time lineup, send mine 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

[Inspektah
sound boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the fuzz in, bust out the sirens
win, lure em in like exotic women
I smile with the sinister to finish him
You with Hoodz, get your 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 travel
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run

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

[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 like
[RRAWWARRR] She gave my (pussy) I'ma kill her

Raekwon]

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, beam

[Killa
Aiyyo I my (shit) baggedy, pants saggy, millionaire faculty
backin me up, knee deep for casualties, speak
Thoughts like a street sweep, reach peaks
and out, bitch smack your majesty
Iron palm drillin through 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
Polly 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 us, win it right 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, Deck
My man Method Man, big shout to my man
Big to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, sixty of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the chapter baby