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

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

Harlem Hoodz]
Yo, the effervesence of my be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the golden art, (niggaz) get torn
in the dark, sharks swim deeper Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, rebellin
Better be, of the beef that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death
Turn another kettle in, we be

Say no more, ?Banky? lay down the law
Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin, I stick em no more
We import from Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your

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

[Chorus:

Yo, take time out, your nine 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, bring it to light, and right

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

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

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

Raekwon]

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

Raekwon]

Yo, time out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
.. get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go 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, Inspektah
My man Method Man, big shout to my man
Big to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, sixty of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter