Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Chorus:
I just a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a when I'm counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture life like a king
eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They I wouldn't, but I knew that 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 1:
You either good or you
You either or you fake
Let's watch they the real
Because the real ones
Ya'll niggas was by some haters
You niggas go and hate
car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That's why the streets get so tricky, I ain't fall for the bait
So focused and I'm determined to see shit in my face
You niggas go and face it
Lil bitch ain't shit, mami
Hit a on them bitches and win an iced out braclet
let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn 250 to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was black, now my President is
I ain't never going broke, what's in that

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 eating good with my team (the 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 like a
Everday grinding hard my team (the American Dream)

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

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

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