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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus:

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

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

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

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

[Chorus:

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

Sin]
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, bitch smack majesty
Iron palm drillin through cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where dogz at?

[Chorus:

Yo, take time out, hold nine out
Polly the all time 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 move

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

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