Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

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

A and a dream, thats 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 gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a nigga out,
The shit I was given,
Look what a nigga out
sewing patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put this out.

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

It's foul, but yo the world spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off this linen,
Nigga Imma eat, even if it sinning,
Niggas want beef, sink 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 stopping 'til my money is long,
So much dough, them hoes will I'm rocking money cologne.

Have a at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
greens for a nigga, give '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 time to 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 know about every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder fucking with the evils,
on the corner, selling crack like its legal.
But who am I to judge how a nigga get his
money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up.
I guess I wake up these niggas myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the rawest shit you ever heard of.
A journalist nigga, me the Fayetteville Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And niggas can relate, man.
My know about the struggle, man.
you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in first grade man, I swear
It was like the came out, the Jordan 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 soooo bad.
I begged my mom for shit, you know.
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she me,
Got me Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But was all good tho, cuz uh,
The after that I had, I had some, some no name shits,
Some all shits, haha
Them had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back then 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, you know about that?
College and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma