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 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 dope
I'm having hard times, grit, and
i'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way shit goes
Gotta your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till 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 wasn't in this rap
Would a nigga snoop dogg have 20 to his name

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

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with
With this 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
glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded for ? ? ? this
Soda rock this
Chop a shelf when I drop
My ? ? ? chop this
The hunger that I
Setting wondering should I take it from his soul
See here with a hole
that silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than before

Soulja
Now with this 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from 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 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 close to smoking powder it 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
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin'
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 blunt
Some I give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary never see no motherfuckin' 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 pull a motherfuckin'

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