Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna this down and roll a blunt

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

If I had a dollar for all of
wanna see me in my grave
I could just up and move away
And spend the rest of my days getting
If I had a for every time
Somebody tried to insult my
I'd be in the islands fine
money sipping some champaign

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of detention
I grew up making bargains to get back on the
I concentrated on just to get back on my feet
I'm minded, saw my people progress
Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof
Staying stressed, peeping out the knowing death is certain
I know killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking I ride by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, they aint making no cash
I'm gonna let them checks accumulate
We so good it there's nothing you can do but hate

If I had a for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my
I could just up and move away
And spend the of my days getting paid
If I had a for every time
Somebody tried to insult my
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting money sipping champaign

I gotta be I'm get my ass killed
with strap kneel
Cause over the years it's bad here in Nashville
This one's for the that lost they life up on the battle field
Way before the deals we pack steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at every club
Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar
But at night I can't sleep, I toss and
Visions of Benz's be and money being burned
I might not hit the billboard but I'm it crunk
And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's
You know no eastcoast to may not see that
I get big love I be at, Bitch believe that
So setbacks I got to try to overcome
I another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 cut me in half

Yeah, then you up you hater
Why don't you do something with your
Get boy, get up off yo ass
Stop on me and mine and get ya own
That's the hell you need to do
Bring the hook boy

If I had a for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my
I could pack up and move away
And the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for
One of y'all to insult my game
I would

First you know, Stak'll be a millionaire
What couldn't I do if I had
( Ha, ha, ha, ha ha )