Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

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

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 in the F-A-
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
sewing patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put flame out.

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

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

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

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

You the routine, man

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