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 on em when you come back)

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

Say no more, ?Banky? lay down the law
Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to sick em on
broads that you sweatin, I don't stick em no more
We import dimes from Singapore, em on tour
Run down to John, we gon order 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, Star cordless
the (bitch) we in it, need more fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three
Myer stance, Don Steez

[Chorus:

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

Deck]
Another sound boy dyin, noise multiplyin
Don't let the slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like women
I smile with the sinister to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods pushed
you fraud, the wool off your Hollywood act
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the out your raps
Burn like, the human torch, for collapse
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 City 2, ?Banky? be Nino
600 Benz-ino, blue
Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide pipe

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

Raekwon]

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

Sin]
Aiyyo I my (shit) baggedy, pants saggy, millionaire faculty
me up, knee deep for casualties, speak brief
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically reach
and spaz out, smack your majesty
Iron palm drillin your 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 with the all time lineup, mine to shine, what?
Team lifestyle, aight now..
.. ground get wiped out, mic on the kite now
thou, go against us, win it right 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 to my man Power
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Deck
My man Man, big shout to my man ?Mel?
Big shout to the Harlem
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you how we do, sixty minutes of funk
Volume Three, Flex aight the final chapter baby