Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m. 2009

[Intro: 50
You smoke that?
Go 'head, it son
I don't give a man (Six Figga)
Smoke shit man
Or you can crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a fuck you wanna do man
look to me to stop you man - yeah
I'm not in the way

[Chorus: 50
Cash Rules, I keep a 'round me, Queens!
Get the money, I have a nigga y'all (killed y'all)
the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, go real hard (real hard)

[50
You are now my hypnosis
Summertime grind, out with the toasters
I return a animal ferocious
New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you this
mil', another nigga sick
I got nothin but hard dick for bitch to lick
I box you out boy, outlaw bricks of raw
I'm out in the grind, I make the dope price
Shit 'til the mac out, run when it back out
A nigga finna blackout, better that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God
You mean even a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn

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I push my pen with passion, I'm the of the struggle
When is a head crack, designer of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye; it's be a murda
E'ry summer, winter, e'ry spring
You think I'm bullshittin I put on e'rything
The shootin gon' right after the shit-talkin
I was sellin while Mike was moonwalkin
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't it
I blast ya NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you want me to send a nigga to you
So he put some hot shit through you, do you?

[Outro: 50
Yeah, I'm back I'm back!
New shit, the over, new product
Yeah, man I fit in with these niggaz man
I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin skinny man
I these niggaz is faggots man, for real man
They the rainbow club man
You think this shit is a C'mon man!
I it's more than that man
I it's more than that
So if a nigga a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?
man...