Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

For all my niggas man,
All my niggas 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 that c.r.e.a.m., I'm all up in the spot.
I was raised in the
Why a nigga gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, life.
And me I'm living,
what a nigga made out,
The that 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 against the brick wall,
I'm from a world 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 niggas don't, a lot of weep.
I carry on, all the weight is on me.
You never know when a nigga might try to me.
Rest In Peace 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, Imma sink my in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You niggas street I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So trust me, I stopping 'til my money is long,
So much dough, them will think I'm rocking money cologne.

a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking 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 to face reality,
The ville is a trap now,
And if you ain't you gonna be here for awhile, yeah.

My Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun,
Type a know about every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no niggas fucking with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling crack its legal.
But who am I to judge how a nigga get his
This money coming soon, dog, I'm get my cake 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 niggas can relate, man.
My niggas know the struggle, man.
What you know about your momma patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the blue jeans 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 wanted so bad.
what up man?
My nigga had them shits on in class yo,
I wanted that shit bad.
I begged my mom for shit, you know.
But she afford it, yo, she gave me,
Got me some black tops, ahaha
But was all good tho, cuz uh,
The year that I had, I had some, some no name shits,
all black shits, haha
Them had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back 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 about
loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma