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 nowhere
Get They gonna respect me
(Just slay on em when you come back)

Thad]
Yo, the of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the golden art, [niggaz] get torn
in the dark, sharks swim deeper Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, rebellin
be, careful of the beef that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death
another kettle in, we be veterans

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

the Chef]
Twist a Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain 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

Chorus:

Yo, time 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 against us, win it now
Shed light, it to light, and move right

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

[Chip
Who bring that Harlem World Willie 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 through

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

Raekwon

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

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

Chorus:

Yo, take time out, your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine,
Cream 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

"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 shout to 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 know how we do, sixty of funk
Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby