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

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

Thad]
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool,
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the golden art, [niggaz] get apart
in the dark, swim deeper than Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, rebellin
Better be, careful of the beef you meddle in
advocates, death peddlin
Turn another in, we be veterans

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

[Raekwon the
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain
Magnolium Rock, thou', plus
gorgeous, Star cordless
Finish the [bitch] we in it, need fish in the fortress
freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys
Myer Lans' stance, Don

Chorus:

Yo, time out, hold 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
thou, go against us, win it right now
Shed light, bring it to light, and right

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

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

Man]
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice [niggaz]
Baby what, peep the dust, diamond in the rough
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 God-zilla
*RRAWWARRR* She gave away my [pussy] kill her

Chorus:

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

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

Raekwon

Yo, take time out, your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send 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
light, bring it to light, and move right

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

[Funk
Uh-huh, what?
One baby, big shout to the RZA
Big shout to my man
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, 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
Volume Three, Funkmaster aight the final chapter baby