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

What that want God?
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, up
what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) 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 crime side, the New York Times
alive was no jive
At second hands, bounced on old men
So then we 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 son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
Sticking up boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like
out I went the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
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, bill y'all

It's been twenty-two long years of still strugglin
got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the
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 buck sellin' drugs and who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned is hell
in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes chase, sellin' base
bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess that's the when I'm not depressed
But I'm depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working 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 I be living proof
To kick the truth to the black youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it to be accepted
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, dollar 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, bill y'all