Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day, Another Dollar - Tru

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

the shocker]
Seems it's a what niggas 'll do
For a in this day and age
See I be to get paid and
Keep my sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in tight
Like the coupe that's
Have them niggas while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to me a motherfuckin' grip
about that time
I got my hand upon my
my money 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 blast you
If I to(why? )
cash rules(damn)

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Another day dollar
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
a day another dolla
Another dolla day

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

[silkk the
Bitch i'ma g nigga all tha way
So nigga betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over hardaway
I do more than scottie
A fuckin' violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a nigga a it
(whassup, whassup)
And of these niggas show
They don't
if I don't 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 ever nigga told me they major
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some
With my clique right me
Nigga you know, where to find me
Just to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I been in game so long
Shit, I mastered it
By any
The fiends, the more green 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
Even if I make a
Cause that's the place I can go
When I'm broke and I keeps it
You believe
How I be my mail(what? )
it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or
You know I to, watch my back
And be 'for shure
(they fuck with you)
Beacause it's a fact(what? )
some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be
They
Cause how can I a grip
And be a teenager
You know can't fade me
But they try(nah they can't fuck with you)
Even though I a vest
And two straps you know still die(damn)
But until I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no back
And no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't take nothin' me
So I guess be a dead g
And ain't need for over me

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