Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Dollars to My Name

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars
this out

Snoop
20 dollars to my name
Deep in dice 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 dope spot
I'm hard times, grit, and grind
Shit i'm to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm on the frontline
a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your run out
And get you gun out
And up till they come out
I'm blowing in the
It good my friend
Silkk the gin & juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my loc
A drug at the same time I love to smoke
But if I in this rap game
Would a nigga snoop dogg have 20 dollars to his

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 we proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, we smoke too much weed repeat

I got 19 and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
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 allow me to cop
Erasing cops tips and sisters pop lip, stop this
Cold killing for ? ? ? this
Soda couldn't rock
a shelf when I drop this
My ? ? ? chop this
The hunger I hold
Setting wondering should I take it from his soul
See this here a hole
Allowed silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less twenty before

Soulja
Now with this last 20 dollars I buy me some douja
that weed from magnolia still have a nigga sober
I my nigga nigga from way way back
Me and him to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same
So if you thinking about with me be your death in ? ? ?
And why put your life in danger 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to 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 spent a 100 on my
Now the thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some one shit
slum shit
Some out the projects dumb
Some weed and blunt
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 pull a kick

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