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, whattup Starks,
Ay ay, Whassup baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right there
while you're, you're filmin that shit
I know he ain't with your team

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

Think niggaz don't know what the goin on
Come on, on, right over here
on
There go, right there
them right there kid
That
up
Aiyyo
You're right him
What the fuck is you man huh? Huh?
[The you talkin to?]
to you man!
Talkin to you
[You ain't to me]
the fuck you talkin about?
Yo, open your man, what the fuck 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 that nigga, him
*gun
Yo shit! *gun fires* Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* 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 grab this grab this take this take
this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma this shit away man
Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, go ahead
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the outta here man
Son
Go ahead man, I'm dying go
Hold that Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to me man...

Intro: the Chef

the remix Son
Can it be, act you know
it

Verse Ghostface Killer

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

{Can it be it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the Gods and
Dedicated to babies who feet first
Dedicated to Up North and down
Dedicated to niggaz who sell weights
Dedicated to projects black kids
to man who build pyramids

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

First
Yo yo

Verse Two:

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin wildin
Old folks scream : the violence!
True layin up yo, these crack niggaz
nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime in mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil caves 360 waves
And no for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad 10's mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, niggaz act trife
I paid the price throughout my hood
Remember I got blasted, now in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with
I wash my mouth out with
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
Murderous material up
to mazes, for real
Meditating on
Gold, up y'all
Crazy fly, dedication, to my
Word up, peace to all my that I ain't gonna see no more
Peace to on the Island, up North
up
Straight up, I love you boy, it's on that
Word up, up
Peace to man woman and
up
I got you covered baby, I'm for you
Project, it
Projects peoples one
your head clear, we out of here
We move in
Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your
Baldheads, braids,
Yo
Fly
It's the y'all
For real, the real
The RZA, it
Razor sharp
Peace to the
No other producer can boy
UP
Bring it, battle, all types of shit
For real