Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Chorus:
I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my
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 pie, yeah 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 or you great
You real or you fake
Let's watch they the real
the real ones relate
Ya'll was raised by some haters
You go head and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that came with the estate
why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait
So focused and I'm determined to see shit in my face
You niggas go head and it
Lil bitch ain't shit, mami
Hit a lick on them and win an iced out braclet
Never let my and my past come get the best of me
Turn into 250 to a half, I got the
First my President was black, now my President is
I ain't never going broke, what's American in

[Chorus:
I want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on I'm counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a
Everday good 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 bake it
Scarface, living life 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
I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running 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, up ways to safety
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it to make me
A millionaire, silly how many really get there?
I mean, how niggas is Jeezy?
Ya'll make this shit sound so
Breezy, on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, home, my niggas sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day can [beat the?]
Niggas is there on the
Cause the American Dream
Now go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care the name
White folks getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I 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 niggas trapped inside the game
You know that

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

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