Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar - Tru

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

[silkk the
Seems it's a what niggas 'll do
For a grip in day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
Keep my sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in somethin'
the coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to me a motherfuckin' grip
about that time
I got my upon my nine
my money be on my mind
Stay from these niggas
That be shady like a
I try to show 'em
And get ta thinkin' can be me
But a nigga blast you
If I to(why? )
cash rules(damn)

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

[silkk the
i'ma g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over like
I do pimpin' than scottie
A nigga violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas
don't 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 ever nigga told me they major
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like diamonds
With my clique behind me
Nigga you know, where to find me
tryin' to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I in this game so long
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the more I have
I just back
And them, go out and get tha cash
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all my paper

[silkk the
I tru to tha ghetto
if I make a mill'
Cause that's the place I can go
When I'm broke and I keeps it
You besta
How I be my mail(what? )
it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or
You know I to, watch my back
And be 'for black
(they can't with you)
it's a proven fact(what? )
That of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be
trip
Cause how can I a grip
And only be a
You know they can't me
But they will try(nah they fuck with you)
Even though I wear a
And two straps you i'ma still die(damn)
But until then I'm 'bout my black
ain't no turnin' back
And ain't no that(savin' that)
take nothin' with me
So I I'll be a dead g
And ain't for cryin' over me

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