Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We break this down and roll a blunt

Since the seventh grade I was I would never excel
Hopeless, I would either be or in jail
to fail
But I done to far to turn back
Just poor white trash from the side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never went
To that lil' school I had been to
Find some shit I get in to
Been through by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through before thirty
I'm from the motherfucking ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed
In one ear and out the
I got a brother bubba
Different daddy same
me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
My me son it's time to settle down
your baby's a player and I get around
I be up all gone on that Hennessey and weed
The only that helped me deal 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 spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a for every time
Somebody tried to insult my
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting sipping some champaign

Wooo, the weed smoke, ease my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile
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 vest
Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing is certain
I them killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I by they broke ass
I stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash
I'm gonna let royalty checks accumulate
We so with it there's nothing you can do but hate

If I had a dollar for all of
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 every
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands doing
Counting sipping some champaign

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

Yeah, then you woke up you
Why you do something with your life
Get boy, get up off yo ass
Stop hating on me and and get ya own
That's the hell you need to do
Bring the hook 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 getting paid
If I had a dime for
One of tried to insult my game
I just

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