Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m./cream

[Intro: the Chef, Method Man]

What nigga want God?
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over here baby
up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up

(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check ol fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check shit, yo!

[Verse One: Raekwon the

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
alive was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the now

Method Man]

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

[Verse Inspector Deck]

It's twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world shit is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who had much
Trying to get a at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin -- up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may you maintain
to to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack
and stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the to the young black youth
But running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? life is hectic

-- 4X]

Niggas to do what they gotta do, to get a bill

Cuz we can't just get by no
Word up, we get over, straight up and down

-- 3X]

Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll,