Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars 2 My Name

Damn a only got 20 dollars shit
this out

Snoop
20 dollars to my name
Deep in this game
I off my knees
I off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob known dope spot
I'm having times, grit, and grind
Shit I'm tyring to get
nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that goes
Gotta keep your hands on some fetty yo
And a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And up till they come out
I'm blowing in the
It good my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers 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 have 20 dollars to his name

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

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with
this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and me up a hostage
Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than itch
Extended glock allow me to cop chips
Erasing tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
blooded killing for ??? this
Soda couldn't rock
chop a shelf when i this
My ??? can't chop
The hunger I hold
Setting wondering should I take it from his soul
See this here with a
that silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less twenty before

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

Silkk the
Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my
Nigga front me some motherfuckin' caine
I him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I be on some murder one shit
Some slum
Some out the projects shit
some weed and shit
I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun

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

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