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 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 never me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a made out,
The that I was given,
Look what a came out
sewing patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put this out.

Straight up, I got my back against the 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 the Lord He let a nigga make it this far,
A lot niggas don't, a lot of weep.
I gotta on, all the weight is on me.
You never know when a nigga try to harm me.
Rest In Peace that John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta winning, get up off this cheap linen,
Nigga Imma eat, 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 trust me, I ain't '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 dream about money so its like we almost got it,
we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality,
The is a trap nigga now,
And if you focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah.

My nigga Mike rolling 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, crack like its legal.
But who am I to how a nigga get his paper?
This coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up.
I I gotta wake 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 Ville can relate, man.
My know about the struggle, man.
What you know about momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light blue jeans the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in like first man, I swear
It was like the Sixes out, the Jordan Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I wanted so bad.
Darryl what up
My nigga had them shits on in class yo,
I wanted shit soooo bad.
I begged my mom for shit, you know.
But she couldn't it, yo, she gave me,
Got me some black 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 shits had metal, metal buckles and shit, you know?
But you back then niggas didn't,
Niggas ain't even he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, times have man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know that?
College and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma