Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

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

A and a dream, thats 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 never gave 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 shit I was given,
Look a nigga came out
Momma patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes put this flame out.

up, I got my back against the brick wall,
I'm from a world where never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you better pray bullets missed y'all,
I thank the Lord He let a 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 Peace nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

It's foul, but yo the world spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off cheap linen,
Nigga Imma eat, if it means sinning,
Niggas want beef, sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So trust me, I ain't '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 about 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 be here for awhile, yeah.

My nigga Mike rolling 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?
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 shit you niggas ever heard of.
A nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And Ville can relate, man.
My know about the struggle, man.
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes,
I had the light blue with the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes out, the Jordan Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I them so bad.
what up man?
My nigga had them shits on in class yo,
I that shit soooo bad.
I begged my mom for shit, you know.
But she afford it, yo, she gave me,
Got me Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all tho, cuz uh,
The year after that I had, I had some, some no shits,
Some all shits, haha
Them shits had metal, metal buckles and shit, you know?
But you know then 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
College loans and shit,
Gotta get money, ma