Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars 2 My Name

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Snoop
20 dollars to my name
Deep in dice game
I dust off my
I off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my
Why? so I can rob every dope spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and
Shit I'm tyring to get
Ain't nothing to lose I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on some fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up they come out
I'm blowing in the
It good my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my loc
A drug at the same time i love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg 20 dollars to his name

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

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket what?
With this automatic
Gotta it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock
Extended clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ???
couldn't rock this
chop a shelf i drop this
My ??? chop this
The that I hold
Setting here wondering should I take it his soul
See this with a hole
Allowed that to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for than twenty before

Soulja
Now with this last 20 dollars I buy me some douja
Because that weed from Magnolia still a nigga sober
I seen my nigga from way way back
Me and him to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm
He sees my wrist, he damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and up at the same time
So if you thinking about me it'll be your death in ???
And why put your in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to powder it ain't worth 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 front me some motherfuckin'
I told him charge it 2 the game
now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
Some slum
out the projects dumb shit
some weed and shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, it from shit
Some solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun

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

Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun
Y'all call me down??? do get scared I flipped till my guns smoking
It be a hustle to eat
And it be hard on streets
Gotta get my on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit last long picture this