Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up - Wu-Tang Clan, Harlem Hoodz

[Raekwon] Aiyyo, American Cream productions, bustin
[Chip Banks] Harlem World,
[Raekwon] We back.. and we ain't nowhere
Get They gonna respect me
(Just just slay on em you come back)

[Baby
Yo, the of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the golden art, get torn apart
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, peddlin
Turn another in, we be veterans

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

[Raekwon the
Twist a Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style
Magnolium Rock, thou', plus
gorgeous, Star cordless
the [bitch] we in it, need more fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater keys
Lans' stance, Don Steez

Chorus:

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send to shine, what?
Team lifestyle, aight now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the now
Despite thou, go us, win it right now
light, bring it to light, and move right

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

[Chip
Who bring that Harlem World [shit] the best, we know
New Jack 2, Banky B. Nino
600 Benz-ino, midnight
Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide through

[Method
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice [niggaz]
Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the
a [fuck], I'm like iodine, see me in the cut?
Playin shadows, ridin on the side-saddle
Long John Silver, the God on your block like
She gave away my [pussy] I'ma kill her

Chorus:

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

[Killa
Aiyyo I my [shit's] raggety, pants saggy, millionaire faculty
backin me up, knee for casualties, speak brief
like a street sweep, sporadically reach peaks
and spaz out, bitch smack majesty
Iron palm drillin through cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where your at?

Chorus:

Yo, take time out, hold your out
Polly with the all time lineup, mine to shine, what?
Team lifestyle, aight now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic on the kite 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.."

[Funk
Uh-huh, what
One time baby, big to the RZA
Big shout to my man
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Deck
My man Man, big shout to my man Mel
Big to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, minutes of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final baby