Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

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

[Verse 1:
You either or you great
You real or you fake
Let's watch spitting the real
Because the real ones
niggas was raised by some haters
You go head and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came 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 shit in my
You go head and face it
Lil bitch ain't shit, mami
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 was black, now my President is wack
I ain't never broke, what's American in that

Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol' of money, I see my jeweler
Get a when I'm counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I make it
Caught my first pie, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the 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
Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, I'm a hundred-and-eight
Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling
Running state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I'm on a chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, cause how many really get there?
I mean, how niggas is Jeezy?
Ya'll this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas 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
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried kings
Or the unbearable pain of them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care the name
White folks been rich off of cocaine
some underhanded 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 verses I
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 up that mulla
Scarface, picture living like a king
eating good with my team (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, picture living like a king
Everday grinding hard with my (the American Dream)

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