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 gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look a nigga made out,
The that I was given,
Look a nigga 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 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 don't, a lot of moms weep.
I gotta on, all the weight is on me.
You never know a nigga might try to harm me.
Rest In Peace nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off 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 I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long,
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking cologne.

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

My nigga Mike rolling with me, shotgun,
a nigga know about every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder niggas with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling crack its legal.
But who am I to how a nigga get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my up.
I guess I gotta up these niggas myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
J, the rawest 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 know about your momma sewing patches on your holes,
I had the light blue with 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 them so bad.
Darryl what up
My nigga Darryl had them on in class yo,
I wanted that soooo bad.
I my mom for that shit, you know.
But she couldn't 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,
Some all shits, haha
shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know then niggas didn't,
Niggas ain't even know he was man, no worries and shit.
But uh, have changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know that?
College loans and shit,
get this money, ma