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

[Raekwon] Aiyyo, Cream Team productions, bustin
[Chip Banks] World, Shaolin
[Raekwon] We back.. and we ain't goin
Get that? They respect me
(Just slay on em when you come back)

Thad]
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool,
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, depressive
In the golden art, [niggaz] get torn
in the dark, swim deeper than Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay
Better be, careful of the that you meddle in
advocates, death peddlin
Turn kettle in, we be veterans

[Chip
Say no more, Banky gonna lay 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 some more
You got, ones in your crib, I'm outside your door

[Raekwon the
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain
Rock, twenty-eight thou', plus
gorgeous, Star Trek
Finish the we in it, need more fish in the fortress
freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys
Myer Lans' stance, Don

Chorus:

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

[Inspectah
Another sound boy dyin, crowd noise
let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like women
I smile with the grin to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the wool off Hollywood act
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the out your raps
like, the human torch, lookin for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts infinite
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run [shit]

[Chip
Who bring that Harlem Willie [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 pipe

Man]
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, in the rough
Give a [fuck], I'm iodine, see me in the cut?
Playin shadows, ridin on the side-saddle
Long Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
*RRAWWARRR* She gave away my [pussy] I'ma her

Raekwon

Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream
Wake these [niggaz] up they hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo come back, switch slang
American Cream no I in the team, laser beam

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

Chorus:

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
around get wiped out, mic fightin 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.."

Flex]
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 aight the final chapter baby