Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna break this down and roll a

Since the grade I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I would either be or in jail
to fail
But I done came to far to back
Just poor white trash from the side of the tracks
I to add and subtract
And I never went
To that school 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 from the motherfucking ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed
In one ear and out the
I got a brother bubba
daddy same mother
Remind me of I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
My told me son time to settle down
Momma baby's a player and I get around
I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and
The only that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed

If I had a dollar for all of
That see me in my grave
I could just pack up and away
And the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a for every time
Somebody to insult my game
I'd be in the doing fine
Counting money sipping some

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my
I was a bad boy, in and out of detention
I grew up making 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 proof vest
Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains death is certain
I know them killers is
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by broke ass
I aint 'em, cause they aint making no cash
I'm gonna let them royalty accumulate
We so good with it nothing you can do but hate

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

I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass
Filled with strap
Cause over the passed years it's bad here in
This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the 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 dollar
But at night I can't sleep, I and turn
Visions of Benz's be 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 believe
So setbacks I got to try to overcome
I take another sip of just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me 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 hell you to do
the hook back boy

If I had a dollar for all of
That see me in my grave
I just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a dime for
One of y'all tried to my game
I would

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