Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Ye up (Ye, what's up)
Road to America
[?] 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 that
Scarface, picture living life like a
Everday eating good my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew I would make it
Caught my pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a
Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1:
You either good or you
You either real or you
Let's watch they the real
the real ones relate
Ya'll niggas was raised by haters
You niggas go and hate
Four car for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That's why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the
So focused and I'm determined to see shit in my face
You niggas go and face it
Lil bitch shit, mami basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an 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 was black, now my President is wack
I never going broke, what's American in that

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

[Verse 2: J.
Got money to make, blow out the candles cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I'm the game, you running in place
Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, I'm a hundred-and-eight
Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling
from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I'm on a chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly how many really get there?
I mean, how niggas is Jeezy?
make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas crack in the BP
one day they can [beat the?]
Niggas is there on the
Cause the American Dream
Now go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the in chains
Becoming a number, they no care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of
Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to
I fear that I won't reach 'em in since reaching ain't my thing
I drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my niggas trapped inside the game
You know that

[Chorus:
I just a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that
Scarface, picture living life like a
Everday eating with 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 could it
Scarface, picture living like a king
Everday grinding hard my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Lamar]
streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes for falling
I the world calling
Tell me if all in (tell me if you're all in)
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the man
Set his own, got my and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the man
Set his own, got my bible and my in my hand, oh yeah