Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

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

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

Coming up we have 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 that only a few bucks

cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew way back we had to step it up
'Cause waiting for the bus in the wasn't 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 could 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 dirt and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond
Hats and jackets, shirts, and sneakers
That new car smell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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