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

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

[Baby
Yo, the of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the golden art, [niggaz] get apart
in the dark, sharks swim deeper than Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, rebellin
Better be, careful of the that you meddle in
advocates, death peddlin
Turn another kettle in, we be

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

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

Raekwon

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

[Inspectah
Another boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
let the fuzz 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 goods pushed
you fraud, pull the wool off your act
Throw body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
like, the human torch, lookin for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel
Thunderous, movin hundreds, we on the run

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

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

Chorus:

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

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

Raekwon

Yo, take time out, your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, mine to shine, what?
Team lifestyle, aight now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the 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 time baby, big to the RZA
Big shout to my man
Big shout to 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 how we do, sixty minutes of funk
Volume Three, Flex aight the final chapter baby