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

What that nigga want
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over baby
Word up, two for them niggas got garbage 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 Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla dolla y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
Staying was no jive
At hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my 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 wrong
So I got with a ass click 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 the gate 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 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 awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at I could 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
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To learn to the heartaches and pain
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 proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin drinkin' beer
And ain't to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
That what? That is hectic

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