Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

Damn a only got 20 dollars shit
this out

Snoop
Nigga 20 to my name
Deep in this dice
I dust off my
I off two g's
left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and
Shit i'm tyring to get
Ain't nothing to plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that 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 they come out
I'm in the wind
It feels good my
Silkk brought the gin & juice and my nigga in
I'm killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A dealer at the same time I love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap
Would a nigga snoop dogg 20 dollars to his name

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

I got 19 dollars and 50 up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now this of my finger is worser than jock itch
glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ? ? ?
couldn't rock this
Chop a shelf I drop this
My ? ? ? can't chop
The hunger I hold
Setting here 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 dollars I buy me some douja
Because weed from magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga from way way back
Me and him to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you
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 life in danger over 20 dollars, all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking it ain't worth being

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 is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me 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 dumb shit
weed and blunt shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from
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 rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down? ? ? do get scared I flipped till 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 shit don't last long picture this