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 come

A dolla and a dream, thats all a got
So if its about c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all up in the spot.
I was in the F-A-
Why a nigga never me nothing?
Pops me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
what a nigga made out,
The that I was given,
Look what a nigga out
sewing patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put this out.

up, I got my back against the brick wall,
I'm from a where niggas 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 carry on, all the is on me.
You never know when a 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 this 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 trust me, I ain't stopping 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,
we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality,
The ville is a trap now,
And if you ain't focused you be here 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 niggas fucking with the evils,
on the corner, selling crack like its legal.
But who am I to how a nigga get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm get my cake up.
I guess I gotta wake up 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 niggas know the struggle, man.
you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in like first man, I swear
It was like the came out, the Jordan Sixes.
Them was so fly man, I wanted them so bad.
what up man?
My Darryl had them shits on in class yo,
I that shit soooo bad.
I my mom for that shit, you know.
But she couldn't it, yo, she gave me,
Got me some black tops, ahaha
But that was all tho, cuz uh,
The after that I had, I had some, some no name shits,
Some all black shits,
Them shits had metal, metal shoelace and shit, you know?
But you know then niggas didn't,
ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, times have man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, you know about that?
loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma