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

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

Thad]
Yo, the of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the art, [niggaz] get torn apart
in the dark, sharks swim deeper than Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay
Better be, careful of the beef you meddle in
Devilish advocates, peddlin
Turn kettle in, we be veterans

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

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

Chorus:

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

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

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

[Method
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, ridin on the side-saddle
Long John Silver, the God on your like God-zilla
She gave away my [pussy] I'ma kill her

Chorus:

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

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

Chorus:

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine,
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
around 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.."

[Funk
Uh-huh, what?
One baby, big shout to the RZA
Big to my man Power
Big shout to the Chef, Inspektah Deck
My man Method Man, big 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, Funkmaster Flex aight the chapter baby