Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar - Tru

p]
Yeah, t-r-u, all about the 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 hood in somethin'
the coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' while glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to me a motherfuckin' grip
about that time
I got my hand upon my
Plus my be on my mind
Stay away these niggas
That be like 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 that money an power
And if ya me then holla
If you can't a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills I make
It's a day dolla
Another another day

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

the shocker]
Bitch i'ma g nigga all tha way
So nigga they just fall 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 of these niggas show
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
Some shit(like that)
See if I had a
For ever nigga told me they major
Shit, I be
had flow ons
Them thangs spinnin' like some 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 been in game so long
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the green I have
I kick back
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 the only place 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 it's a fact(what? )
some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay and be major
trip
Cause how can I have a
And be a teenager
You they can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't fuck you)
Even though I a vest
And two straps you know i'ma die(damn)
But until then I'm my paper black
ain't 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, silkk
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout that
Tha paper chase you know I'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, it's all
We all 'bout tha
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money,
Or whateva the fuck you call it