Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna break this down and a blunt

Since the seventh grade I was told I would excel
Hopeless, I either be dead or in jail
Destined to
But I done came to far to back
Just poor white trash from the side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I never back
To that lil' school I had been to
Find some shit I get in to
through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through before thirty
I'm from the motherfucking ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, motherfucker
In one ear and out the
I got a brother bubba
Different daddy mother
Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad
My told me son time to settle down
Momma your baby's a player and I get
I be up all night gone on that and weed
The only thing that helped me deal with all jealousy and greed

If I had a for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my
I could just pack up and away
And the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for time
Somebody tried to insult my
I'd be in the doing fine
money sipping some champaign

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my
I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile
I grew up making bargains to get back on the
I concentrated on just to get back on my feet
I'm money minded, saw my people
Paranoid, I'm underneath a proof vest
Staying stressed, out the curtains knowing death is certain
I know them killers is
Ha, Ha, when I ride by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, they aint making no cash
I'm gonna let royalty checks accumulate
We so good with it there's nothing you can do but

If I had a dollar for all of
That see me in my grave
I could just up and move away
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a dime for every
Somebody tried to insult my
I'd be in the islands fine
Counting money sipping some

I be thinking I'm get my ass killed
with strap kneel
Cause over the passed years bad here in Nashville
This one's for the homies that lost life up on the battle field
Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's
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 and money being burned
I might not hit the but I'm keeping it crunk
And I get much love in Beechwood and lil trunk
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 buck me and laugh
that AK 47 shell cut me in half

Yeah, you woke 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 what the you need to do
Bring the hook 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 dime for
One of y'all to insult my game
I just

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