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

What that nigga want
Word up, out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Around Me) Take you on a natural 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 side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
out I went 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 mine, or anger 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, bill y'all

been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
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.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I face
Pacin' going up state's my
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I from 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
Ready to give up so I seek the Old
Who explained working hard may help you
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That what? That life is

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, bill y'all