Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar

We gonna break this down and roll a

Since the seventh grade I was I would never excel
Hopeless, I would be dead or in jail
to fail
But I done came to far to turn
poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and
And I went back
To that school I had been sent to
Find some shit I get in to
through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most go through before they thirty
I'm the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed
In one ear and out the
I got a named bubba
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 gone on that Hennessey and
The only thing that helped me deal with all this and greed

If I had a for all of y'all
wanna see me in my grave
I could just up and move away
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a for every time
Somebody to insult my game
I'd be in the islands fine
money sipping some champaign

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

If I had a dollar for all of
wanna see me in my grave
I just pack up and move away
And the rest 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 sipping some champaign

I be thinking 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 that lost they life up on the field
Way before the record deals we pack steal, real
Dropped a CD at 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 and money being burned
I not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk
And I get much in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk
You know no to westcoast may not see that
I get big where I be at, Bitch believe that
So many setbacks I got to try to
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me
I know these love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
that AK 47 shell cut me in half

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

If I had a for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my
I could just pack up and move
And spend the rest of my days paid
If I had a for everytime
One of y'all tried to my game
I would

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