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 ain't nowhere
Get They gonna respect me
(Just just on em when you come back)

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

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

[Raekwon the
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, style
Magnolium Rock, thou', plus
gorgeous, Trek cordless
Finish the [bitch] we in it, need more in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the three keys
Myer stance, Don Steez

Chorus:

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

[Inspectah
Another boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the fuzz slide in, out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in exotic 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
Burn like, the human torch, lookin for
the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel infinite
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run [shit]

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

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

Raekwon

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

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

Chorus:

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

"America's Team.."
"Ah-ah-America's Team.."

Flex]
Uh-huh, what?
One time baby, big to the RZA
Big to my man Power
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 know how we do, sixty of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the chapter baby