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

What that nigga want
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 niggas got garbage 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) 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 second hands, moms on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was 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
smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for stakes
Making my way on fire
No question I speed, for cracks and weed
The made my eyes bleed
No I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
up white boys in ball courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like
Figured out I the wrong route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty 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 bill

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

It's been twenty-two 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 of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to C.R.E.A.M.
Which I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, not,
The court played me short, now I 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
Living in the no different from a cell
Everyday I escape Jakes givin' 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 still depressed, and I ask what's it
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me I be living proof
To the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running 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
what? That life is hectic

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

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