Luyện nghe bài hát Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) - Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon, Killah]

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

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

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

Yeah my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo grab that nigga, him
fires*
Yo shit! *gun Move 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 take this
Take this this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
throw this shit away man
Go Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead
Man fuck that, man Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck here man
Son
Go man, I'm dying go ahead
that shit Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, try to assassinate me man...

Raekwon the Chef]
It's the Son
Can it be, act you know
it

[Verse One: Killer]
Yo, what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in
Spore I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, venom
I hung around the big bosses
Illegal force thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, a flashback on how I got trapped
and got like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's
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, a fo'-fo' nigga

{Can it be that it was all so simple
Dedicated to the Gods and
Dedicated to babies who feet first
to Up North and down state
Dedicated to rich who sell weights
Dedicated to with black kids
Dedicated to man who build

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

First
Yo yo

[Verse Raekwon]
It off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
Old folks scream: the violence!
True layin up yo, these crack niggaz
Playin nuff crap games for see?
Back in days, pays in mad ways
Sportin Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now 300 Benz
Mad 10's with mad
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes act trife
I paid the price throughout my life
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the kid
God I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, with coke
I my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together, 'Lo and better
and fat leather, so whatever, it on

{Can it be it was all so simple then?}

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