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

What that nigga God?
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here
Word up, two for fives them 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 joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No I would 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 ruff and tuff like
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week 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, dollar bill

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

been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I at the shape of the streets
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.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what 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
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
Everyday I from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be proof
To the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin 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, 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, dollar y'all

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