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

What that want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over baby
Word up, two for them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know I'm sayin'?
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit out
up
(Cash Rules Everything Me) Take 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 hands, moms bounced on old men
So we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the tooth, 'Lo goose
way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for and weed
The combination my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the all
up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and like leather
out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass and went all out
Catchin' from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
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 to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I 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
going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so
But as the turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no from a cell
Everyday I escape from givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' in the staircase
Though I don't know why I 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 give up so I 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 stray shots, all on the block that hot
Leave it up to me while I be living
To kick the truth to the young black
But running wild 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
That what? 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, dollar y'all