Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars 2 My Name

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars
this out

Snoop
20 dollars to my name
Deep in dice 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 every known dope
I'm hard times, grit, and grind
I'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the
It's a twist the way that shit goes
Gotta your 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 till they out
I'm in the wind
It feels good my
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my chipped in
I'm killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A dealer at the same time i love to smoke
But if I in this rap game
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 to his name

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

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket what?
With automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a
now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop
cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold killing for ??? this
Soda couldn't rock
a shelf when i drop this
My ??? can't chop
The hunger I hold
Setting here wondering should I it from his soul
See this here a hole
that silencer 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 way way back
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental
He my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he damn 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 is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being

Silkk the
Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my
Now the only I got left is 20 dollars to my name
want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I be on some murder one shit
Some shit
Some out the projects shit
some weed and shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, 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 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 ain't flipped my guns smoking
It be a hustle to eat
And it be hard on these
get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't long picture this