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

What that nigga want
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit 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 bill y'all) this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
Staying was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like son, rollin' with this 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 up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
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 ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I went the wrong
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the nine
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 long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to sess
I that's the time when 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 working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack 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 running wild sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That 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, dollar y'all

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