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

What that nigga want
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives here baby
Word up, two for fives niggas got garbage down the way, word up
what 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) Take you on a natural
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug
And let's start it this son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats 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
my way on fire escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my bleed
No question I would 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 leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
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, 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 shit is deep
A man with a dream with to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I face
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't why I chose 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 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 stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin'
And ain't trying to hear 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, bill 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 bill

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