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

What nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them got garbage down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural
(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 Times side
Staying alive was no
At second hands, moms on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
smokin' 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 made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up white in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made 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 y'all

It's twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on
I at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause is deep
A man with a dream plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The court me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up my destination
in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I learned life is
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin'
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who working hard may help you maintain
To to overcome the heartaches 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 proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's running wild 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, 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