Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

Damn a only got 20 dollars shit
this out

Snoop
20 dollars to my name
Deep in this game
I off my knees
I off two g's
Nothing to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope
I'm having times, grit, and grind
Shit i'm to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose I'm living on the frontline
a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your 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 in the wind
It good my friend
brought the gin & juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my loc
A drug dealer at the same time I to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap
Would a snoop dogg have 20 dollars to his name

Choruos
Now 20 dollars to my name in this of drugs
And the thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
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 cents up in my with what?
With this automatic
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and me up a hostage
now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop
Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop
blooded killing for ? ? ? this
Soda rock this
Chop a when I drop this
My ? ? ? can't chop
The that I hold
Setting here wondering should I take it his soul
See this here with a
Allowed silencer to blow
And took lives for less than twenty before

slim
Now with this last 20 dollars I buy me some douja
Because that weed from magnolia still have a sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way
Me and him to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says nigga 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 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 dollars to my
want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed it 2 the game
Nigga now now I be on some murder one shit
Some slum
Some out the projects dumb
Some and blunt shit
Some I don't give a shit, where it from shit
penitentiary 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 motherfuckin'

Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun
call 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
Gotta get my on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that don't last long picture this