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
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(Cash Rules Everything 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 side
Staying alive was no
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 drug
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
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 and weed
The combination made my eyes
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My life got no better, damn 'Lo sweater
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' keys from seas
in MPV's, every week we made forty 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 bill

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

It's been twenty-two long hard years of strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause 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 young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no different from a
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, base
Smokin' bones in the
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you
To learn to the heartaches and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin'
And ain't trying to what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
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, 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