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

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

[Baby
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool,
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic
In the golden art, get torn apart
in the dark, sharks deeper than Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay
Better be, careful of the beef that you in
Devilish advocates, death
Turn kettle in, we be veterans

[Chip
Say no more, gonna 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 Sean John, we gon some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm your door

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

Chorus:

Yo, take out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
around 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

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

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

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

Raekwon

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

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

Chorus:

Yo, take time out, hold your out
Polly the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream lifestyle, aight now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the now
Despite thou, go against us, win it 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 shout to my man
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Deck
My man Method Man, big to my man Mel
Big shout to the Harlem
Big up my man Sin
Aight, you how we do, sixty minutes of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final baby