Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

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

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

[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)
said I wouldn't, but I knew 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 with my (the American Dream)

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

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

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