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

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

I grew up on the crime side, the New York side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
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 just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination made my eyes
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga mine, or anger the tech nine
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, dollar bill

It's been twenty-two long hard of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had
Trying to get a at what I could 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 I learned life is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To learn to the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's wild 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
That what? That life is

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

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 y'all