Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Verse 1:
You good or you great
You either or you fake
Let's watch they spitting the
the real ones relate
Ya'll niggas was raised by some
You niggas go head and
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch 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 go head and face it
Lil bitch ain't shit, basic
Hit a lick on bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the of me
into 250 to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was black, now my President is
I ain't never broke, what's American in that

[Chorus:
I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that
Scarface, picture living life a king
Everday eating good with my (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
Everday grinding hard with my (the American Dream)

2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the
Then I put it on plate, I'm the game, you running in place
a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hundred-and-eight
Like running the 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
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 many really get
I mean, how many niggas is
Ya'll make this shit sound so
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?]
is there on the screen
Cause that's the American
Now go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer bout the name
folks been getting rich 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 within a few I sing
For all my niggas trapped inside the game
You know that

Jeezy]
I want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that
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, yeah I knew that I bake it
Scarface, living life like a king
Everday grinding with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick
streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes ain't for
I hear the world
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 is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh
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