Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four
sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and
That new car smell

We sceamin', of penthouses in L.A.
The yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta day dream no more

Coming up we have much, a lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box with powdered too
My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I
We put lay-away on that only cost a few bucks

It's cool to have shelto, I had the
the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew way back then we had to it up
waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us

Me and hav' took the train from to Conney
Everyday and night so we can got songs done
We had guns, weed and a couple of
If we got lucky on the way, we could jook

We used to watch video box
And pray one day we could get a shot
Outside, my had all that shit you see on T.V.
From money that they made off the

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and
brand new car smell

We sceamin', of penthouses in L.A.
The yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no

My day is more like nightmares
A vigil, bullet cars, supped up time shares
My friends did a turn it's not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be when release fur

When I get that million will I remain the same?
Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they I changed?
Will wanna ball, be my friend and leech?
When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the

I used to think bein' rich, ain't all bad
A far cry what a dream was all I had
Do I got the right team or they for cash
Would jump in front of me when them cameras flash

Is the 'pop police, be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat, find a better stash
Gotta receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam
Invades your space when you his tax

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, and sneakers
That new car smell

We sceamin', of penthouses in L.A.
The yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta day dream no more