Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna break this down and a blunt

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 turn
Just poor white trash from the wrong of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never went
To that lil' 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 dirty ( )
Trouble-maker, motherfucker
In one ear and out the
I got a brother named
Different same mother
Remind me of when I was younger bad motherfucker
My told me son it's to settle down
Momma baby's a player and I get around
I be up all night on that Hennessey and weed
The only thing helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed

If I had a for all of y'all
wanna see me in my grave
I just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days getting
If I had a dime for every
Somebody tried to my game
I'd be in the islands doing
Counting money some champaign

Wooo, inhale the smoke, ease my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of detention
I up making bargains to get back on the streets
I on paper just to get back on my feet
I'm money minded, saw my progress
Paranoid, I'm a bullet proof vest
Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is
I them killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking I ride by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint no cash
I'm gonna let royalty checks accumulate
We so good with it nothing you can do but hate

If I had a dollar for all of
wanna see me in my grave
I could pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a dime for every
Somebody tried to my game
I'd be in the islands doing
money sipping some champaign

I be thinking I'm get my ass killed
Filled strap kneel
Cause over the passed years it's bad in Nashville
This one's for the homies that they life up on the battle field
Way before the record deals we steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at every jackhead
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 bought and money burned
I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it
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 setbacks I got to try to
I take sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me straight me and laugh
While that AK 47 shell cut me in

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

If I had a for all of y'all
wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and away
And spend the rest of my getting paid
If I had a for everytime
One of y'all to insult my game
I just

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