Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

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Snoop
Nigga 20 dollars to my
Deep in this dice
I dust off my
I off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some 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 nothing to plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that goes
Gotta keep hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up they come out
I'm in the wind
It feels my friend
brought the gin & juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time I to smoke
But if I in this rap game
Would a nigga snoop 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 don't sell how we proceed
Because we can't the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

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

slim
Now with this last 20 I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from 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 sees my grill, he I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the time
So if you thinking about with me be your death in ? ? ?
And why put your in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so to smoking powder it ain't worth being

Silkk the
Now look, I'm up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but I a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got left is 20 to my name
Nigga want me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one
Some slum
out the projects dumb shit
Some weed and shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it shit
Some penitentiary confinement never 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 kick

Now it's 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 on these streets
get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't long picture this