Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

Daydreamin' of bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' 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 hottest they make
wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no

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

cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew way back then we had to 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 done
We had guns, and a couple of forties
If we got lucky on the way, we jook someone

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 they made off the block

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

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

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

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

I used to think rich, ain't all that bad
A far cry from a dream was all I had
Do I got the right team or they for cash
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, find a better stash
collect receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam
Invades your when you evade his tax

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

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 gotta fuckin' day dream no more