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

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

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

[Chip
Say no more, Banky 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 dimes Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to Sean John, we gon some more
You got, ones in crib, then I'm outside your door

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

Chorus:

Yo, take time out, your nine out
Polly the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Team 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 boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the fuzz slide in, out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like exotic
I smile with the grin to finish him
You [fuckin] Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the off your Hollywood 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

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

[Method
Yo, us, the Cold Crush, ice [niggaz] plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the
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 block like
*RRAWWARRR* She gave my [pussy] I'ma kill her

Chorus:

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

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

Raekwon

Yo, take time out, hold nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the now
Despite thou, go against us, win it now
Shed light, it to light, and move 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 to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck
My man Method Man, big to my man Mel
Big shout to the Hoodz
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you how we do, sixty minutes of funk
Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby