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

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

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

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

been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
what? That life is hectic

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

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