Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar

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

the shocker]
Seems it's a what niggas 'll do
For a in this day and age
See I be to get paid and
Keep my sharper than a fade (like that)
through the hood in somethin' tight
Like the coupe dropped
them niggas starin' while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to me a motherfuckin' grip
It's about time
I got my hand upon my
Plus my be on my mind
Stay away these niggas
be shady like a tree
I try to 'em love
And get ta they can be me
But a nigga 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 holla
If you you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar that I make
a day another dolla
Another dolla day

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

[silkk the
Bitch i'ma g nigga all tha way
So nigga betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And still like hardaway
I do pimpin' than scottie
A nigga violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a nigga a it
(whassup, whassup)
And of these niggas show
They understand
Cause if I die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, be tha man(damn)
And I be to hop in
gangsta shit(like that)
See if I had a
For ever nigga told me they major
Shit, I be
had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some
With my clique behind me
Nigga you know, where to find me
Just to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I been in game so long
Shit, I mastered it
By any
The more fiends, the green I have
I kick back
And watch them, go out and get tha
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all my paper

[silkk the
I tru to tha ghetto
if I make a mill'
Cause that's the 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 know I to, watch my back
And be 'for shure
(they can't with you)
it's a proven fact(what? )
That some of hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be
They
Cause how can I have a
And only be a
You they can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't with you)
Even I wear a vest
And two straps you i'ma still die(damn)
But until I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no back
And ain't no that(savin' that)
take nothin' with me
So I guess be a dead g
And ain't need for cryin' me

p]
Heh, silkk
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout that
Tha paper chase you know I'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, it's all
We all 'bout tha
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money,
Or whateva the fuck you wanna it