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

[Rae] Aiyyo, American Team productions, bustin
[THH] World, Shaolin
[Rae] We back.. and we ain't goin
Get They gonna respect me
(Just just slay on em when you back)

Harlem 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
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, rebellin
Better be, careful of the beef you meddle in
Devilish advocates, peddlin
Turn another kettle in, we be

Say no more, gonna 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 from Singapore, bang em on
Run to Sean John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside door

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

Raekwon]

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

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

Hoodz]
Who that Harlem World 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 through

Man]
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice (niggaz)
what, peep the black dust, diamond in the rough
Give a (fuck), I'm like iodine, see me in the
shadows, ridin on the track side-saddle
Long Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) I'ma her

Raekwon]

Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream
Wake (niggaz) up they ain't hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo back, switch slang 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
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically peaks
and spaz out, smack your majesty
Iron palm drillin through your cavity, you it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in alley, where your dogz at?

Raekwon]

Yo, take time out, hold your out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine,
Team lifestyle, aight now..
.. ground get wiped out, mic fightin on the now
Despite thou, go 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 Method Man, big shout to my man
Big shout to the Harlem
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you how we do, sixty minutes of funk
Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby