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

[Rae] Aiyyo, American Cream productions, bustin
[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, manic
In the golden art, (niggaz) get torn
in the dark, sharks swim than Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay
Better be, careful of the that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, peddlin
Turn another kettle in, we be

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

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

Raekwon]

Yo, take time out, hold nine out
Polly with the all 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, bring it to light, and right

[Inspektah
sound boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the fuzz slide in, out the sirens
Sure win, em in like exotic women
I smile with the sinister to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods pushed
you fraud, pull the wool off Hollywood act
Throw body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
Burn like, the human torch, lookin for
It's the intricate, syndicate, travel infinite
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run

Hoodz]
Who that Harlem World Willie (shit) the best, we know
New Jack City 2, 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 dust, diamond in the rough
Give a (fuck), I'm like iodine, see me in the
Playin shadows, on the track side-saddle
John Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) kill her

Raekwon]

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

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

[Chorus:

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

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

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