Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

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

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

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

It's to have shelto, I had the libeaz
the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I way back then we had to step it up
'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow us

Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to
Everyday and night just so we can got songs
We had guns, and a couple of forties
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

of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' at the diamond dealer
and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car

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

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

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

I used to think bein' rich, ain't all bad
A far cry from a dream was all I had
Do I got the right or they riding for cash
Would they 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 you evade his tax

of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' at the diamond dealer
and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That new car smell

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