Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

1: Jeezy]
You good or you great
You either real or you
Let's they spitting the real
the real ones relate
Ya'll niggas was raised by some
You niggas go head and
car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That's why the get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait
So focused and I'm determined to see that shit in my
You niggas go and face it
Lil bitch shit, mami basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out
Never let my flaws and my past get the best of me
Turn 250 to a half, I got the recipe
my President was black, now my President is wack
I ain't never going broke, what's American in

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

2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you in place
Still a 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 to safety
I'm on a chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many is Jeezy?
make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas crack in the BP
Hoping one day they can the?]
Niggas is there on the
Cause that's the Dream
Now here go the thing,
Hysterical screams, coming mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of
Through some underhanded methods, I got time to explain
I fear that I won't reach 'em in since reaching ain't my thing
I just drop a gem or two a few verses I sing
For all my niggas trapped inside the game
You know already

Jeezy]
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 like a king
Everday eating good my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a
grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

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