Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

Damn a nigga got 20 dollars shit
this out

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

Choruos
Now 20 dollars to my in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and
If my yale sell how shall we proceed
Because we slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

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

Soulja
Now with last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that from magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga from 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 damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same
So if you thinking about 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 feels goo to be on the
I had 120 dollars, but I a 100 on my ride
Now the thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want 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 shit
Some and blunt shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no sun

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

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