Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Ye up (Ye, what's up)
to America baby
[?] a dream
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 living life a king
Everday eating good with my team (the 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, picture living life a king
Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)

1: Jeezy]
You good or you great
You real or you fake
watch they spitting the real
Because the real ones
niggas 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 to see that shit in my face
You niggas go head and it
Lil bitch shit, mami basic
Hit a on them bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the of me
Turn into 250 to a half, I got the
my President was black, now my President is wack
I never going broke, what's American in that

[Chorus:
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 life like a
eating good 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 life like a king
Everday grinding with my team (the American Dream)

2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the then cut up the cake
I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a
Like the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
from state to state, gunning 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 is Jeezy?
make 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
Hoping one day they can the?]
is there on the screen
Cause that's the Dream
Now here go the thing,
Hysterical screams, coming mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no care bout the name
White folks been getting off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I got time to explain
I done fear that I won't reach 'em in since reaching ain't my
I just drop a gem or two a few verses I sing
For all my real trapped inside the game
You that already

Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol' of money, I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up mulla
Scarface, picture living life a king
Everday eating good my team (the American Dream)
They 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 a king
Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Lamar]
These streets made for
Ten ain't for falling
I hear the 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 gotta re-ly on what is known to the 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 re-ly on what is known to the man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh