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

the shocker]
Seems a trip what niggas 'll do
For a in this day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
my game sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in somethin'
Like the coupe dropped
Have them starin' while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a grip
It's that time
I got my upon my nine
my money be on my mind
Stay away from these
That be shady a tree
I try to 'em love
And get ta they can be me
But a nigga blast you
If I to(why? )
Because rules(damn)

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

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

[silkk the
Bitch i'ma g like all tha way
So nigga they betta just away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over 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 show
don't understand
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 nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be
had flow ons
Them thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With my right behind me
Nigga you know, just to find me
Just to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I been in this so long
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the more green I
I kick back
And them, go out and get tha cash
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all about my

[silkk the
I tru to tha ghetto
Even if I make a
Cause that's the only I can go
When I'm broke and I it trill
You besta
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? )
That some of hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay and be major
trip
Cause how can I have a
And only be a
You know they can't me
But they try(nah they can't fuck with you)
though I wear a vest
And two straps you know still die(damn)
But then I'm 'bout my paper black
ain't no turnin' back
And no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't nothin' with me
So I I'll be a dead g
And need for cryin' over me

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