Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

For all my ville man,
All my niggas man, (lights off and shit)
All my real niggas, no matter where you come

A dolla and a dream, all a nigga got
So if its about c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all up in the spot.
I was raised in the
Why a nigga never me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a nigga out,
The that I was given,
Look what a nigga out
Momma patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put flame out.

Straight up, I got my back the brick wall,
I'm from a world where never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you pray them bullets missed y'all,
I thank the Lord He let a make it this far,
A lot niggas don't, a lot of weep.
I gotta on, all the weight is on me.
You never know a nigga might try to harm me.
Rest In Peace that nigga Lee,
I liquor, homie.

It's foul, but yo the keeps spinning,
keep winning, get up off this cheap linen,
Nigga eat, even if it means sinning,
want beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You niggas smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long,
So much dough, hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne.

Have a model at the waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
greens for a nigga, give 'em plenty, a dome.
It's funny, we dream about money so much its we almost got it,
Until we up in our pockets, its time to face reality,
The ville is a nigga now,
And if you ain't focused you gonna be for awhile, yeah.

My nigga Mike rolling with me, shotgun,
Type a nigga know every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder fucking with the evils,
Posted on the corner, crack like its legal.
But who am I to judge how a get his paper?
This coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up.
I guess I gotta wake up niggas myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the rawest you niggas ever heard of.
A nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And niggas can relate, man.
My know about the struggle, man.
What you know about your momma sewing on your holes, nigga?
I had the light jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in like first man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I wanted so bad.
what up man?
My nigga Darryl had them shits on in yo,
I wanted that shit bad.
I begged my mom for shit, you know.
But she couldn't it, yo, she gave me,
Got me some Reeboks black tops,
But was all good tho, cuz uh,
The year after I had, I had some, some no name shits,
Some all black shits,
Them had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know then niggas didn't,
ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, times have man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know about
College and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma