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

What nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here 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 ol' fly shit 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 Times side
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we to Shaolin 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 this son, rollin' with one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is and tuff like leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys from seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made 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 on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
And awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to at the age of 15
A buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' up state's my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young black
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That That 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 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