Luyện nghe bài hát Can It All Be So Simple (remix)

Intro: Raekwon,

So that's it kid, Right here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to cat
Yo kid, Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there there, right over there
while you're, while you're filmin shit
I know he ain't down with team

Don't know, sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?
That ain't fuckin with heads though
YO SON, I just five fiends around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we go
C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga
Hold up up wait up, jiggy comin
Three deep

Think don't know what the fuck's goin on
Come on, on, right over here
on
There they go, there
That's them right kid
cat?
up
Aiyyo
You're right him
What the fuck is you doin man Huh?
[The fuck you to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You talkin to me]
What the fuck you talkin
Yo, open your hand man, what the is that in your hand man?
Huh?]
*fight
What the fuck, the fuck I say?
c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...

Yeah it's my shit, my
Get up
Yo grab nigga, grab him
*gun
Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires Move move!
Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!
Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo
Yo man, yo Son I'm hit
Man Son, I'm hit
Yo
Son I'm hit
Damn Son, you Son, bad Son
Aiyyo this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house the cops come
I'ma throw shit away man
Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, go ahead
Man that, man seventeen Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck outta man
Son
Go man, I'm dying go ahead
Hold that Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, try to assassinate me man...

Intro: Raekwon the

the remix Son
Can it be, act you know
it

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a rate
I smoke the black dust my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust
Spore I played my hand like a royal flush
jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly
I hung around the big time
Illegal exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got
and got licked like Papsy in a mob I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood my Guess
trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to me?
I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a
Ray Cartegna, a fo'-fo' nigga

{Can it be it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the Gods and
Dedicated to babies who came first
Dedicated to Up and down state
Dedicated to rich who sell weights
Dedicated to with black kids
Dedicated to man who build

Word up! What the yo?
We taking you on chamber
Word up son, you how we be on it
Yeah real
these crabs how to rhyme man
I it's time to bless them, word up

First
Yo yo

Verse Two:

It started off on the Island, AK niggaz wildin
Old folks scream : the violence!
layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin nuff crap for what see?
in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360
And no searchin for ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad 10's with mad
Now that's the of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I the price throughout my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now in the past kid
God I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed coke
I my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

{Can it be that it was all so simple

Yeah, for
material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for
Meditating on
Gold, word up
fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers I ain't gonna see no more
Peace to brothers on the Island, up
up
Straight up, I love you boy, on like that
up, word up
Peace to man woman and
up
I got you baby, I'm here for you
Project, it
Projects peoples one
Keep head clear, we out of here
We in silence
Bad boys, creating, the muderous for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the y'all
For real, the side
The RZA, it
Razor sharp
to the Clan
No other can compare boy
UP
Bring it, battle, beats all types of
For real