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

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

[Baby
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool,
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, depressive
In the golden art, [niggaz] get apart
in the dark, sharks deeper than Noah's Ark
Hood, Wu breddern, stay rebellin
Better be, careful of the beef you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death
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 you sweatin, I don't stick em no more
We import from Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm your door

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

Chorus:

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic on the kite 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 like exotic
I smile with the sinister to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your 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 infinite
Thunderous, hundreds, we on the run [shit]

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

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

Raekwon

Aiyyo, spit for me, me, Cream Team
Wake these up they ain't hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo come back, switch slang
American Cream 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 spaz out, bitch smack majesty
Iron palm through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where your at?

Chorus:

Yo, time out, hold 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 against us, win it now
Shed light, bring it to light, and move

"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 the Chef, Inspektah Deck
My man Man, big shout to my man Mel
Big to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you know how we do, sixty minutes of
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