Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna break this down and roll a

Since the seventh I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I would be dead or in jail
to fail
But I done came to far to back
Just white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
I to add and subtract
And I went back
To lil' school I had been sent to
Find some shit I get in to
through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through they thirty
I'm the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, motherfucker
In one ear and out the
I got a named bubba
Different daddy same
Remind me of when I was younger bad motherfucker
My me son it's time to settle down
Momma your baby's a and I get around
I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and
The thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed

If I had a dollar for all of
wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and away
And spend the rest of my getting paid
If I had a for every time
Somebody to insult my game
I'd be in the doing fine
Counting money sipping some

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my
I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile
I grew up making to get back on the streets
I on paper just to get back on my feet
I'm minded, saw my people progress
Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof
Staying stressed, out the curtains knowing death is certain
I them killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no
I'm gonna let royalty checks accumulate
We so good with it nothing you can do but hate

If I had a dollar for all of
That see me in my grave
I just pack up and move away
And spend the of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for time
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting sipping some champaign

I gotta be I'm get my ass killed
with strap kneel
Cause the passed years it's bad here in Nashville
This for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field
Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's
a CD at every jackhead club
Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar
But at night I can't sleep, I and turn
Visions of Benz's be bought and money being
I not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk
And I get much love in Beechwood and lil trunk
You know no eastcoast to may not see that
I get big love where I be at, believe that
So many setbacks I got to try to
I take another sip of liquor just to me numb
I know these haters love to catch me straight me and laugh
that AK 47 shell cut me in half

Yeah, then you up you hater
Why you do something with your life
Get boy, get up off yo ass
hating on me and mine and get ya own
That's what the you need to do
Bring the back boy

If I had a dollar for all of
wanna see me in my grave
I just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a dime for
One of y'all tried to my game
I would

thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire
What I do if I had that
( Ha, ha, ha, ha ha )