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) up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
what I'm sayin'?
(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 bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New Times side
alive was no jive
At second hands, moms on old men
So then we to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started smokin' 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 combination my eyes bleed
No question I would off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in courts
My got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff leather
Figured out I went the route
So I got with a ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys from across
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, bill 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 of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm on arrival
I peep at the of the streets
And stay to the ways 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 buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The played me short, now I face incarceration
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the world turns I life is hell
Living in the no different from a cell
I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I don't know why I to smoke sess
I guess 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 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 young youth
But shorty's running smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm 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 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