Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

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

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

Coming up we ain't much, a lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box powdered milk too
My moms buy me the shoes I want
We put lay-away on shit 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
'Cause waiting for the bus in the wasn't us

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

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

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four
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 broads they make
Can't wait it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no

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

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

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

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

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

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