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 where you come from

A dolla and a dream, all a nigga got
So if its about that c.r.e.a.m., I'm all up in the spot.
I was in the F-A-
Why a nigga never gave me
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
what a nigga made out,
The shit I was given,
Look what a came out
Momma patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put this out.

Straight up, I got my back the brick wall,
I'm a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you better pray bullets 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 know a nigga might try to harm me.
Rest In that nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

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

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

My nigga Mike rolling me, riding shotgun,
Type a nigga know every car, but don't got one.
hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling 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 gotta wake up these myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the shit you niggas ever heard of.
A journalist nigga, me the Fayetteville Observer.

You the routine, man

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