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

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

[Baby
Yo, the effervesence of my be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the golden art, get torn apart
in the dark, sharks swim deeper Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay
Better be, careful of the beef you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death
another kettle in, we be veterans

[Chip
Say no more, gonna lay down the law
Got Hoodz quick on the draw to sick em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin, I stick em no more
We dimes from Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm your door

[Raekwon the
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain
Magnolium Rock, twenty-eight thou',
gorgeous, Trek cordless
Finish the [bitch] we in it, need fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, in the sweater three keys
Myer stance, Don Steez

Raekwon

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

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

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

[Method
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice 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
Long John Silver, the God on your block God-zilla
*RRAWWARRR* She gave away my I'ma kill her

Chorus:

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

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

Chorus:

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

"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 to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck
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
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final baby