Luyện nghe bài hát C.R.E.A.M. (french version)

What that nigga God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over here baby
up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) this shit, yo!

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

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

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

It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
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 it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That life is

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

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

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

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