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

1: Jeezy]
You either good or you
You either real or you
Let's watch they spitting the
Because the real ones
Ya'll was raised by some haters
You niggas go and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came the estate
That's why the get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait
So and I'm determined to see that shit in my face
You niggas go and face it
Lil bitch shit, mami basic
Hit a lick on them 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 never going broke, what's in that

[Chorus:
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 life a king
Everday eating with 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, living life like a king
Everday hard with 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 running in
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 paper chase, whatever it takes to me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get
I mean, how many niggas is
Ya'll make this shit so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas trap on the CD
Meanwhile, home, my niggas sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day can [beat the?]
Niggas is on the screen
Cause that's the American
Now go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the in chains
a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don't got to explain
I done fear that I won't reach 'em in since reaching ain't my
I just drop a gem or two a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas inside the game
You that already

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

[Verse 3: Kendrick
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 to the traveling man
Set his own, got my and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
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