Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

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

[Verse 1:
You either good or you
You either or you fake
Let's watch spitting the real
Because the real ones
Ya'll niggas was 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 focused and I'm determined to see that shit in my
You niggas go and face it
Lil bitch ain't shit, mami
Hit a lick on bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my come get the best of me
into 250 to a half, I got the recipe
First my was black, now my President is wack
I ain't going broke, what's American in that

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

2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the
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 running the late 90s, my niggas is weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to me
A millionaire, cause how many really get there?
I mean, how niggas is Jeezy?
Ya'll make shit sound so easy
Breezy, on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my sell crack in the BP
one day they can [beat the?]
Niggas is there on the
Cause that's the Dream
Now here go the thing,
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the in chains
Becoming a number, no longer care bout the name
White been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I got time to explain
I done fear that I won't 'em in since reaching ain't my thing
I just drop a gem or two a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the
You know already

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

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