Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna break down and roll a blunt

Since the grade I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I either be dead or in jail
Destined to
But I done to far to turn back
Just poor white trash the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never back
To that lil' school I had been to
some shit I could get in to
Been more by the time I was eighteen
Then people go through before they thirty
I'm the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, motherfucker
In one ear and out the
I got a named bubba
Different same mother
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 dollar for all of
wanna see me in my grave
I could pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my getting paid
If I had a for every time
Somebody tried to my game
I'd be in the doing fine
Counting money some champaign

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my
I was a bad boy, in and out of detention
I grew up bargains to get back on the streets
I concentrated on 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 death is certain
I know them killers is
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, cause aint making no cash
I'm gonna let them royalty accumulate
We so good with it there's nothing you can do but

If I had a for all of y'all
That see me in my grave
I could pack up and move away
And the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for every
tried to insult my game
I'd be in the doing fine
Counting money sipping champaign

I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass
Filled with kneel
Cause the passed years it's bad here in Nashville
This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle
Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's
a CD at every jackhead club
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 being
I might not hit the billboard but I'm it crunk
And I get much love in Beechwood and lil trunk
You no eastcoast to westcoast 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 just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 cut me in half

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

If I had a dollar for all of
That wanna see me in my
I could just pack up and move
And the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for
One of tried to insult my game
I would

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