Luyện nghe bài hát C.r.e.a.m. 2009

[Intro: 50
You smoke that?
Go 'head, it son
I give a fuck man (Six Figga)
Smoke shit man
Or you can crack if you wanna smoke crack
I give a fuck what you wanna do man
look to me to stop you man - yeah
I'm not in the way

[Chorus: 50
Cash Rules, I keep a 'round me, Queens!
Get the money, I have a killed y'all (killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggaz me, Jesus!
For the money, go real hard (real hard)

[50
You are now under my
Summertime grind, out with the toasters
I return like a animal
New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you this
Another mil', nigga sick
I got nothin but hard dick for bitch to lick
I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw of raw
I'm out in the grind, I make the dope soar
Shit cool 'til the mac out, run it back out
A nigga finna blackout, pray that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God
You mean when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn

[50
I my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
pain is a head crack, designer of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my
See through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda
E'ry summer, e'ry winter, spring
You think I'm bullshittin I put that on
The shootin stop right after the shit-talkin
I was sellin crack while was moonwalkin
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't it
I blast ya NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you don't me to send a nigga to you
So he could put some hot shit you, do you?

[Outro: 50
Yeah, I'm back I'm back!
New shit, the over, new product
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these man
I mean got mohawks, they wearin skinny jeans man
I think these niggaz is man, for real man
They with the rainbow man
You think shit is a fad? C'mon man!
I it's more than that man
I think it's more that
So if a wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?
man...