Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars 2 My Name

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars
this out

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

Choruos
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of
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 weed repeat

I got 19 dollars and 50 up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
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 clips allow me to cop
Erasing cops and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold killing for ??? this
Soda rock this
chop a shelf when i this
My ??? chop this
The hunger that I
Setting here should I take it from his soul
See here with a hole
Allowed that silencer to
And motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before

Soulja
Now with this last 20 dollars I buy me some douja
Because that weed Magnolia still have a nigga sober
I my nigga nigga from way way back
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same
So if you thinking about with me it'll be your in ???
And why put your in danger over 20 dollars, that's 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 spent a 100 on my
Now the thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the
Nigga now now I be on some murder one shit
slum shit
Some out the projects shit
some weed and blunt
I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary never see no motherfuckin' sun

Now I got 20 to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more
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 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