Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna this down and roll a blunt

Since the grade I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I would be dead or in jail
Destined to
But I done came to far to turn
Just poor white from the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never back
To that lil' I had been sent to
Find shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was
Then most go through before they thirty
I'm the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed
In one ear and out the
I got a named bubba
Different same mother
Remind me of I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
My me son it's time to settle 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 with all this jealousy and greed

If I had a for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my
I could just up and move away
And the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for every
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the doing fine
Counting sipping some champaign

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

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

I be thinking I'm get my ass killed
Filled with strap
Cause over the passed years it's bad in Nashville
one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field
Way the record deals we pack steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at every club
Out to get me thinking I'm a million motherfucker
But at night I sleep, I toss and turn
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 westcoast may not see
I get big where I be at, Bitch believe that
So many setbacks I got to try to
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me
I know these haters love to catch me buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 cut me in half

Yeah, you woke up you hater
Why don't you do something with your
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 for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my
I could just up and move away
And spend the rest of my getting paid
If I had a for everytime
One of y'all to insult my game
I would

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