Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars
this out

Snoop
Nigga 20 dollars to my
in this dice game
I dust off my
I off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob known dope spot
I'm having times, grit, and grind
Shit i'm tyring to get
nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way shit goes
keep 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 they out
I'm blowing in the
It feels good my
Silkk brought the gin & 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
Would a nigga snoop have 20 dollars to his name

fiend
Now 20 to my name 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 slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

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

Soulja
Now this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from magnolia still 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 you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same
So if you thinking about with me it'll be death in ? ? ?
And why put your life in 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 only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my
want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I be on some murder one shit
slum shit
Some out the dumb shit
Some and blunt shit
I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement see no motherfuckin' sun

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

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