Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

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

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

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

It's to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the weak ass Velcro, ridiculous
I way back then we had to step it up
'Cause waiting for the bus in the wasn't us

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

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

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

We sceamin', daydreamin' of in L.A.
The yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my 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 gonna be they release fur

When I get that million bucks I remain the same?
Or will I have to get at niggaz 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 team or they riding 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, gotta find a stash
Gotta collect receipts that bitch uncle Sam
Invades your space when you his tax

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

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