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

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over 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 this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check 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 moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty 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, bill y'all

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

It's been long hard 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 of the world cause shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin' up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard 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 that hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? 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, 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, dollar bill