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

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

[The Harlem
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool,
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, of the beef that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death
Turn another in, we be veterans

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

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

Raekwon]

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

[Inspektah
Another sound boy dyin, noise multiplyin
Don't let the slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, em in like exotic women
I smile the sinister grin to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the wool off your act
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the back out your
like, the human torch, lookin for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run

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

[Method
Yo, us, the Cold Crush, ice (niggaz) plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, in the rough
Give a (fuck), I'm like iodine, see me in the
Playin shadows, ridin on the track
Long John Silver, the God on block like God-zilla
She gave away my (pussy) I'ma kill her

[Chorus:

Aiyyo, for me, hear me, Cream Team
Wake these (niggaz) up ain't hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo come back, switch slang
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 street sweep, sporadically reach
and spaz out, smack your majesty
Iron palm through 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
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

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

[Funk
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 to my man ?Mel?
Big to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, sixty of funk
Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby