Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We break this down and roll a blunt

Since the seventh grade I was told I would never
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 to add and subtract
And I never back
To that lil' school I had sent to
Find shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was
Then most people go through before thirty
I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed
In one ear and out the
I got a named bubba
daddy same mother
Remind me of when I was lil' bad motherfucker
My told me son it's time to down
Momma baby's a player and I get around
I be up all night gone on that and weed
The only that 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 paid
If I had a for every time
Somebody tried to my game
I'd be in the islands doing
Counting sipping some champaign

Wooo, the weed smoke, ease my tension
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 progress
Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof
Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains death is certain
I know them killers is
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no
I'm let them 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 pack up and away
And spend the rest of my getting paid
If I had a for every time
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting sipping some champaign

I gotta be I'm get my ass killed
Filled strap kneel
Cause the passed years it's bad here in Nashville
This one's for the homies lost they life up on the battle field
Way the record deals we pack steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at every jackhead
Out to get me I'm a million dollar motherfucker
But at night I sleep, I toss 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 westcoast may not see
I get big love where I be at, Bitch that
So many setbacks I got to try to
I take another sip of just 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 up you hater
Why don't you do something with 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 hook boy

If I had a dollar for all of
That see me in my grave
I could just up and move away
And the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a for everytime
One of y'all tried to insult my
I just

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