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 on a journey

the shocker]
Seems it's a trip what 'll do
For a grip in day and age
See I be to get paid and
Keep my game than a fade (like that)
through the hood in somethin' tight
Like the coupe that's
Have niggas starin' while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a grip
It's about that
I got my hand upon my
Plus my be on my mind
Stay from these niggas
That be shady a tree
I try to show 'em
And get ta they can be me
But a nigga I'll you
If I to(why? )
cash 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 a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that I
It's a day another
Another another day

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

[silkk the
Bitch g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over hardaway
I do more pimpin' scottie
A fuckin' violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you a nigga a 'bout 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
gangsta shit(like that)
See if I had a
For nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be
had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some
With my clique behind me
Nigga you know, just to find 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 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 besta
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 can't with you)
it's a proven fact(what? )
That some of hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be
trip
Cause how can I have a
And only be a
You know can't fade me
But they will try(nah they fuck with you)
Even though I wear a
And two straps you know i'ma die(damn)
But then I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no turnin'
And ain't no that(savin' that)
Can't nothin' with me
So I I'll be a dead g
And ain't need for cryin' me

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