Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m.

What that nigga God?
Word up, out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives niggas got garbage down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's it like this son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' keys from across
in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu the gate now

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all

It's been twenty-two hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, not,
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin' up state's my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who working hard may help you maintain
To learn to the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin'
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? life is hectic

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar bill

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, dollar y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the
Dollar, bill y'all