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

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check ol' fly shit 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 bill y'all) Check shit, yo!

I up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced 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 start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I would speed, for and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and like leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty 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, dollar bill

It's been long hard years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I not, could not,
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the time 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 may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the and pain
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 proof
To the truth to the young 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, dollar 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, bill y'all

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