Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We break this down and roll a blunt

Since the grade I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I would either be or in jail
Destined to
But I done to far to turn back
poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never went
To that school I had been sent to
some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the I was eighteen
Then most people go through before thirty
I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( )
Trouble-maker, motherfucker
In one ear and out the
I got a named bubba
daddy same mother
Remind me of I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
My me son it's time to settle down
Momma baby's a player and I get around
I be up all gone on that Hennessey and weed
The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and

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

Wooo, the weed smoke, ease my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile
I grew up 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 underneath a bullet proof
Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing is certain
I know them is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they ass
I aint stunting 'em, they aint making no cash
I'm gonna let them checks accumulate
We so with it there's nothing you can do but hate

If I had a for all of y'all
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 to insult my game
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting sipping some champaign

I be thinking I'm get my ass killed
with strap kneel
Cause over the passed years it's bad in Nashville
This one's for the homies that lost they up on the battle field
Way before the deals we pack steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at every club
Out to get me thinking I'm a dollar motherfucker
But at night I can't sleep, I toss and
Visions of be bought and money being burned
I not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk
And I get much love in and lil Will's trunk
You know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see
I get big love where I be at, Bitch that
So many I got to try to overcome
I another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 shell cut me in

Yeah, then you up you hater
Why don't you do something with 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
Bring the back boy

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 paid
If I had a dime for
One of y'all tried to my game
I would

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