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
[Rae] We back.. and we goin nowhere
Get that? They gonna me
(Just just slay on em when you back)

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

Say no more, ?Banky? 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 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 door

the Chef]
Twist a Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style
Magnolium Rock, thou', plus
gorgeous, Trek cordless
Finish the (bitch) we in it, need more in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the three keys
Myer stance, Don Steez

Raekwon]

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, 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

Deck]
Another boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, em in like exotic women
I smile with the sinister to finish 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 human torch, for collapse
the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel infinite
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run

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

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

Raekwon]

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

[Killa
Aiyyo I keep my (shit) baggedy, pants saggy, faculty
backin me up, knee deep for casualties, speak
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically reach
and spaz out, bitch smack 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, your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send to shine, what?
Team 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

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

Flex]
Uh-huh, what
One time baby, big to the RZA
Big shout to my man
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 Flex aight the final chapter