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

What that nigga God?
Word up, look out for the (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) we here we go
(Dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to land
A youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, 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 running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination made my eyes
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the now

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

It's been twenty-two long hard of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I peep at the shape of the
And stay to the ways of the world cause 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 at what I could not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my
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
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained 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 while I be living
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
what? 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, 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