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 fives over baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

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

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

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which 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 shouldn't be so
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I escape from givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
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 living
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin'
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? life is hectic

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

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

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