Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars 2 My Name

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars
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Snoop
Nigga 20 dollars to my
Deep in this game
I off my knees
I off two g's
left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob known dope spot
I'm having times, grit, and grind
Shit I'm to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the
It's a twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up they come out
I'm in the wind
It feels my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga in
I'm killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the time i love to smoke
But if I in this rap game
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 to his name

Fiend
Now 20 to my name in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and
If my don't sell how shall we proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much repeat

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket what?
With this automatic
have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops and sisters that pop lip, stop this
blooded killing for ??? this
Soda rock this
chop a when i drop this
My ??? can't this
The hunger that I
Setting wondering should I take it from his soul
See this with a hole
Allowed that to blow
And took lives for less than twenty before

Slim
Now with this 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from Magnolia still have a sober
I seen my nigga from way way back
Me and him used to and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the time
So if you thinking about with me be your death in ???
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't being

Silkk the
Now look, I'm up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but i a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my
Nigga want me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the
Nigga now now I gotta be on some one shit
slum shit
Some out the projects dumb
some and blunt shit
Some I give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement see no motherfuckin' sun

Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to a motherfuckin' kick

Now whether rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns
It be a hustle to eat
And it be hard on these
Gotta get my on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last picture this