Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

Damn a nigga only got 20 shit
this out

Snoop
Nigga 20 dollars to my
in this 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 known dope spot
I'm having times, grit, and grind
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 shit
Gotta keep your hands on some fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till come out
I'm in the wind
It feels my friend
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 in this rap game
Would a snoop dogg have 20 dollars to his name

Choruos
Now 20 to my name in this game of drugs
And the only 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 and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a
Let'em now this of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock allow me to cop chips
Erasing tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold killing for ? ? ? this
Soda rock this
Chop a shelf I drop this
My ? ? ? can't chop
The hunger that I
Setting here wondering I take it from his soul
See this here with a
Allowed silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' for less than twenty before

slim
Now with last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because weed from magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way
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 says damn you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same
So if you about with me it'll be your death in ? ? ?
And why put life 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 thing I got left is 20 dollars to my
want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one
slum shit
Some out the projects dumb
Some weed and blunt
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it shit
Some solitary confinement 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 pull a kick

Now it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me ? ? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking
It be a hustle to eat
And it be on these streets
Gotta get my on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't long picture this