Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars 2 My Name

Damn a only got 20 dollars shit
this out

Snoop
Nigga 20 to my name
in this dice game
I off my knees
I off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my
so I can rob every known dope spot
I'm hard times, grit, and grind
Shit I'm to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way shit goes
keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till come out
I'm in the wind
It feels good my
Silkk brought the Gin & and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my loc
A dealer at the same time i love to smoke
But if I wasn't in rap game
Would a nigga Snoop 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 and thugs
If my yale don't sell how we proceed
we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket 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 jock itch
Extended clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ???
Soda couldn't this
a shelf when i drop this
My ??? can't chop
The hunger that I
Setting here wondering should I take it from his
See here with a hole
Allowed that to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for than twenty before

Slim
Now with this 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from Magnolia still a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way
Me and him used to and rock a rental cadillac
He my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the time
So if you thinking about with me it'll be death in ???
And why put your life in over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed is so close to smoking 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 spent a 100 on my
Now the thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin'
I him weed charge it 2 the game
now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
Some slum
out the projects dumb shit
some and blunt shit
Some I don't give a shit, where it from shit
penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun

Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I get more
So I nigga 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 ain't till my guns smoking
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 long this