Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

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

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

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

cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I way back then we had to step it up
'Cause for the bus in the snow wasn't us

Me and hav' took the from Manhattan to Conney
Everyday and night just so we can got done
We had guns, weed and a of forties
If we got lucky on the way, we could someone

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

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

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

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

I get that million bucks will I remain the same?
Or I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' 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 rich, ain't all that bad
A far cry what a dream was all I had
Do I got the team or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me them cameras flash

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

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

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