Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars 2 My Name

Damn a nigga 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 some for my glock
so I can rob every known dope spot
I'm having times, grit, and grind
I'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose I'm living on the frontline
It's a twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up they come out
I'm blowing in the
It feels good my
Silkk brought the Gin & and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers a dub in my pocket loc
A drug 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

Fiend
Now 20 dollars to my in this game of drugs
And the thing 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 too much weed repeat

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

Soulja
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 a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same
So if you thinking 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 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 thing I got left is 20 to my name
Nigga want front me some caine
I him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on murder one shit
Some slum
Some out the dumb shit
some weed and shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it shit
Some solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun

Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get
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 flipped my guns smoking
It be a just to eat
And it be on these streets
get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars now that shit don't last long picture this