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

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

[The Harlem
Yo, the effervesence of my be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the art, (niggaz) get torn apart
in the dark, sharks swim deeper Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay
Better be, of the beef that you meddle in
advocates, death peddlin
Turn another in, we be veterans

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

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

Raekwon]

Yo, take time out, your nine out
with 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 against us, win it now
Shed light, bring it to light, and move

Deck]
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] Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the wool off your act
Throw body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
Burn like, the torch, lookin for collapse
the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel 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 in the front, I'm off to slide pipe through

Man]
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?
Playin shadows, ridin on the side-saddle
Long John Silver, the God on your like God-zilla
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) I'ma her

[Chorus:

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

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

Raekwon]

Yo, take time out, hold your out
Polly with the all time lineup, send to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, 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

"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, sixty of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster aight the final chapter baby