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) Word up, two for fives over baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got down the way, word up
Know what I'm
(Cash Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, this ol' fly shit 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 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 start it this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a
Started woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and hits for high stakes
my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and
The combination made my eyes
No question I flow off, and try to get the dough 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 with a sick ass click and all out
Catchin' keys across seas
Rollin in MPV's, week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the 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, 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 awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I incarceration
Pacin' up state's 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
Living in the world no from a cell
I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the
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?
Ready to give up so I the Old Earth
Who explained hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the and pain
We got stickup kids, cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block stays hot
it up to me while I be living proof
To the truth to the young 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 gots to be
That 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, bill 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 bill