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

What that want God?
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 got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) 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 side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The made my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' keys from seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo respect 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, dollar bill

It's been 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 cause shit is
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 sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world I learned life is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
bones in the staircase
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I that's 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 working hard may you maintain
To learn to the heartaches and pain
We got kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to 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, dollar bill

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 bill

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