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

[Rae] Aiyyo, American Cream productions, bustin
Harlem World, Shaolin
[Rae] We back.. and we goin nowhere
Get that? gonna respect me
(Just just on em when you come back)

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

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

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

[Chorus:

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

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

Hoodz]
Who bring that Harlem World (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 slide through

Man]
Yo, it's us, the Crush, ice (niggaz) plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, in the rough
Give a (fuck), I'm iodine, see me in the cut?
Playin shadows, ridin on the track
Long John Silver, the God on your block like
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) kill her

Raekwon]

Aiyyo, spit for me, me, Cream Team
these (niggaz) up they ain't hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo come back, slang theory
Cream with 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 a street sweep, sporadically reach peaks
and spaz out, bitch smack majesty
palm drillin through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where dogz at?

[Chorus:

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

"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 Harlem
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, minutes of funk
Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby