Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars
this out

Snoop
Nigga 20 to my name
Deep in this dice
I dust off my
I off two g's
Nothing to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob known dope spot
I'm hard times, grit, and grind
i'm tyring to get mine
Ain't to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a twist the way that shit goes
Gotta your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till come out
I'm blowing in the
It good my friend
Silkk brought the gin & juice and my chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my loc
A drug dealer at the time I love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap
Would a nigga snoop have 20 dollars to his name

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

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

Soulja
Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me douja
Because that weed from still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way
Me and him to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he I'm flossin
He my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the time
So if you thinking with me it'll be your death in ? ? ?
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, all I got
And my weed habit is so 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 a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin'
I told him charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on murder one shit
slum shit
Some out the projects dumb
weed and blunt shit
Some I don't give a shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement see no motherfuckin' sun

Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin'

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