Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna break this down and roll a

Since the seventh grade I was told I never excel
Hopeless, I would either be dead or in
to fail
But I done came to far to turn
Just poor white trash the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never went
To that lil' I had been sent to
Find some I could get in to
through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through before they
I'm from the motherfucking ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed
In one ear and out the
I got a brother bubba
Different daddy same
Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad
My told me son time to settle down
Momma your a player and I get around
I be up all gone on that Hennessey and weed
The thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed

If I had a dollar for all of
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 time
Somebody tried to my game
I'd be in the doing fine
money sipping some champaign

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

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

I gotta be I'm get my ass killed
Filled with strap
Cause over the passed years it's bad here in
This one's for the homies that lost they up on the battle field
Way before the record deals we pack steal, real
Dropped a CD at every club
Out to get me I'm a million dollar motherfucker
But at I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Visions of Benz's be 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 where I be at, Bitch that
So many setbacks I got to try to
I take sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know haters love to catch me straight buck 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 the hell you need to do
Bring the back boy

If I had a dollar for all of
wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a for everytime
One of tried to insult my game
I just

First thing you know, be a millionaire
couldn't I do if I had that
( Ha, ha, ha, ha ha )