Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna this down and roll a blunt

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

If I had a for all of y'all
That see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move
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

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile
I grew up making bargains to get on the streets
I concentrated on paper just to get back on my
I'm money minded, saw my progress
Paranoid, I'm a bullet proof vest
Staying stressed, out the curtains knowing death is certain
I them killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they 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 for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my
I could just up and move away
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a for every time
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the doing fine
Counting sipping some champaign

I gotta be I'm get my ass killed
Filled with strap
Cause over the passed it's bad here in Nashville
This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle
Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's
a CD at every jackhead club
Out to get me thinking I'm a dollar motherfucker
But at night I can't sleep, I toss and
Visions of be bought and money being burned
I not hit the billboard but I'm keeping 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 many I got to try to overcome
I take sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to me straight buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 shell cut me in

Yeah, then you woke up you
Why don't you do with your life
Get boy, get up off yo ass
Stop hating on me and and get ya own
That's what the you need to do
the hook back boy

If I had a dollar for all of
That wanna see me in my
I could pack up and move away
And spend the of my days getting paid
If I had a for everytime
One of y'all tried to my game
I just

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