Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar

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

[silkk the
Seems it's a trip what 'll do
For a in this day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
Keep my sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the in somethin' tight
Like the coupe that's
Have them niggas starin' while glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to me a motherfuckin' grip
It's about that
I got my upon my nine
my money be on my mind
Stay away these niggas
be shady like a tree
I try to 'em love
And get ta thinkin' can be me
But a I'll blast 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 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 g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just away
(talkin' shit)
And still like hardaway
I do more pimpin' scottie
A fuckin' violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a nigga a it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these 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 they 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 been in this 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 all about my paper

[silkk the
I tru to tha ghetto
Even if I make a
Cause that's the place I can go
When I'm 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, my back
And be 'for shure
(they can't with you)
Beacause it's a fact(what? )
That some of these jack(tell 'em)
I posted and be major
trip
Cause how can I a grip
And only be a
You they can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't fuck you)
Even though I wear a
And two straps you i'ma still die(damn)
But until then I'm 'bout my black
Cause ain't no back
And ain't no that(savin' that)
take nothin' with me
So I I'll be a dead g
And ain't need for cryin' me

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