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 either be dead or in jail
to fail
But I came to far to turn back
Just white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never went
To that lil' school I had sent to
some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was
Then people go through before they thirty
I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( )
Trouble-maker, motherfucker
In one ear and out the
I got a named bubba
Different daddy mother
Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad
My told me son it's to settle down
your 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 for all of y'all
wanna see me in my grave
I could just up and move away
And spend the rest of my getting paid
If I had a dime for every
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting money some champaign

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of detention
I up making bargains to get back on the streets
I concentrated on paper just to get back on my
I'm minded, saw my people progress
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 aint making no cash
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
wanna see me in my grave
I could just up and move away
And spend the rest of my getting paid
If I had a dime for every
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting money some champaign

I be thinking I'm get my ass killed
Filled with kneel
Cause over the years it's bad here in Nashville
one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field
Way before the deals we pack steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at jackhead club
Out to get me thinking I'm a million motherfucker
But at I can't 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 may not see that
I get big love I be at, Bitch believe that
So many I got to try to overcome
I take another sip of liquor just to me numb
I know these haters love to me straight buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 cut me in half

Yeah, then you woke up you
Why don't you do something with life
Get boy, get up off yo ass
Stop on me and mine and get ya own
what the hell you need to do
Bring the back boy

If I had a dollar for all of
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 dime for
One of y'all tried to insult my
I would

First thing you know, Stak'll be a
What I do if I had that
( Ha, ha, ha, ha ha )