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

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

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

[Chip
Say no more, gonna lay down the law
Got Hoodz quick on the draw to sick em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin, I stick em no more
We import dimes from Singapore, em on tour
Run to Sean John, we gon order some more
You got, in your crib, then I'm outside your door

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

Chorus:

Yo, take time out, 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, bring it to light, and right

Deck]
Another sound boy dyin, noise multiplyin
Don't let the slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like women
I smile with the sinister grin to him
You with Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the off your Hollywood act
your body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
Burn like, the torch, lookin for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, travel infinite
Thunderous, movin hundreds, we on the run

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

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

Raekwon

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

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

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
thou, go against us, win it right now
Shed light, bring it to light, and move

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

Flex]
Uh-huh, what?
One baby, big shout 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, minutes of funk
Volume Three, Flex aight the final chapter baby