Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar

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Yeah, t-r-u, all the paper chase
Young silkk, to take y'all foos on a journey

[silkk the
it's a trip what niggas 'll do
For a in this day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
Keep my game sharper a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the in somethin' tight
the coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' while glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a motherfuckin'
It's about that
I got my hand my nine
Plus my be on my mind
Stay away from these
be shady like a tree
I try to show 'em
And get ta thinkin' can be me
But a I'll blast you
If I to(why? )
cash rules(damn)

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Another day another
I'm all that money an power
And if ya feel me then
If you can't you's a
I'm all tha dollar bills that I make
a day another dolla
Another dolla day

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Dolla
Dolla dolla dolla y'all...x3
Dolla y'all
Dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla bill

the shocker]
Bitch g nigga like all tha way
So they betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over hardaway
I do more pimpin' than
A fuckin' violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these show
They don't
if I don't die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, be tha man(damn)
And I be to hop in
Some shit(like that)
See if I had a
For nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' some diamonds
With my right behind me
Nigga you know, just where to me
tryin' to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I in this game so long
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the green I have
I just kick
And watch them, go out and get tha
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all about my

[silkk the
I stay tru to tha
if I make a mill'
Cause the only place I can go
I'm broke and I keeps it trill
You believe
How I be my mail(what? )
it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or
You I gots to, watch my back
And be 'for shure
(they can't fuck you)
Beacause a proven fact(what? )
some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be
They
how can I have a grip
And be a teenager
You know can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't with you)
Even though I a vest
And two straps you know i'ma die(damn)
But until I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no turnin'
And ain't no that(savin' that)
take nothin' with me
So I I'll be a dead g
And ain't for cryin' over me

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Heh, young
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout that
Tha paper chase you what I'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, all real
We all 'bout tha
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money,
Or the fuck you wanna call it