Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Ye what's up (Ye, up)
Road to America
[?] make a
Ye, ye, ye, ye
go

[Chorus:
I just want a bag ol' of money, I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that
Scarface, living life like a king
Everday eating with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew I would make it
Caught my first pie, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life a king
Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1:
You good or you great
You real or you fake
Let's watch spitting the real
Because the real relate
niggas was raised by some haters
You niggas go head and
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the
That's why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the
So and I'm determined to see that shit in my face
You niggas go and face it
Lil ain't shit, mami basic
Hit a lick on bitches and win an iced out braclet
let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn into 250 to a half, I got the
First my President was black, now my is wack
I ain't going broke, what's American in that

[Chorus:
I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my
Get a hard-on when I'm up that mulla
Scarface, living life like a king
Everday eating good with my (the American Dream)
They I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture life like a king
Everday grinding hard my team (the American Dream)

2: J. Cole]
Got to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you in place
a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hundred-and-eight
Like the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how really get there?
I mean, how niggas is Jeezy?
Ya'll make this sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day they can [beat
Niggas is on the screen
that's the American Dream
Now here go the thing,
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the
White folks been rich off of cocaine
some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain
I done fear that I won't 'em in since reaching ain't my thing
I just a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the
You know already

[Chorus:
I just want a bag ol' of money, I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that
Scarface, picture living life like a
Everday eating good my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I bake it
Scarface, picture living life a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick
streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes ain't for
I the world calling
Tell me if all in (tell me if you're all in)
I gotta eat, I gotta, make with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my in my hand, oh yeah
I eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my in my hand, oh yeah