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 fives 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, check this ol' fly out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we we go
(Dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the side, the New York Times side
Staying was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to land
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I to gee off was drug loot
And let's it like this son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing for high stakes
Making my way on escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I 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 the wrong route
So I got a sick ass click and went all out
keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty 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, dollar y'all

It's been twenty-two long hard years of 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 shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The played 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 I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different a cell
I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
I don't 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 what's it
Ready to up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and rocks
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To kick the to the young black youth
But shorty's wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be
That That life is hectic

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 y'all

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