Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar

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

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

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Another day another
I'm all about that an power
And if ya me then holla
If you you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that I
It's a day dolla
dolla another day

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

[silkk the
Bitch g nigga like all tha way
So they betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And cross-over like hardaway
I do more pimpin' scottie
A nigga violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas
They don't
Cause if I 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 ever nigga told me they gonna
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' some diamonds
With my clique behind me
Nigga you know, just to find me
Just to get a buck,
on the cut before the taz hit
But I been in game so long
Shit, I mastered it
By any
The more fiends, the more I have
I just kick
And them, go out and get tha cash
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm all about my paper

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

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