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 that c.r.e.a.m., I'm all up in the spot.
I was raised in the
Why a never gave me nothing?
left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a made out,
The shit I was given,
what a nigga came out
Momma sewing on my holes,
Man, our hoes put this flame 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 them missed y'all,
I the Lord He let a nigga make it this far,
A lot don't, a lot of moms weep.
I gotta carry on, all the is on me.
You never know when a nigga might try to me.
Rest In that nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off this linen,
Nigga eat, even if it means sinning,
Niggas beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You niggas smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my is long,
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm money cologne.

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

My nigga Mike rolling with me, shotgun,
Type a nigga know about every car, but got one.
That's hunger, no niggas fucking with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling like its legal.
But who am I to how a nigga get his paper?
This money soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up.
I guess I gotta up these niggas myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the rawest shit you niggas ever of.
A nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And niggas can relate, man.
My niggas about the struggle, man.
What you know about your momma sewing 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 came out, the Sixes.
Them was so fly man, I wanted them so bad.
Darryl up man?
My Darryl had them shits on in class yo,
I wanted shit soooo bad.
I my mom for that shit, you know.
But she afford it, yo, she gave me,
Got me some Reeboks tops, ahaha
But was all good tho, cuz uh,
The year after 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 then didn't,
Niggas even know he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, have changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know about
College loans and shit,
Gotta get money, ma