Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar

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

the shocker]
Seems it's a trip what 'll do
For a grip in day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
Keep my game sharper than a (like that)
Ridin' through the in somethin' tight
Like the coupe dropped
Have niggas starin' while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to me a motherfuckin' grip
It's that time
I got my hand my nine
Plus my money be on my
Stay away these niggas
That be like a tree
I try to show 'em
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 money an power
And if ya feel me then
If you can't you's a
I'm all about tha dollar bills I make
a day another dolla
Another dolla day

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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 like all tha way
So nigga betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over hardaway
I do more pimpin' than
A nigga violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a nigga a it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of niggas show
They understand
Cause if I die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
huh, i'ma be tha man(damn)
And I be to hop in
Some shit(like that)
See if I had a
For ever nigga told me gonna major
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' some diamonds
With my clique behind me
Nigga you know, just where to me
Just to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I been in this game so
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the more I have
I kick back
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
Even if I make a
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 know I gots to, watch my
And be 'for 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 have a
And be a teenager
You know can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't fuck you)
Even though I wear a
And two straps you know i'ma die(damn)
But until then I'm my paper black
Cause no turnin' back
And ain't no that(savin' that)
Can't nothin' with me
So I guess be a dead g
And ain't need for cryin' me

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