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 where you come from

A and a dream, thats all a nigga got
So if its that c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all up in the spot.
I was in the F-A-
Why a never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a nigga out,
The shit I was given,
Look what a nigga out
sewing 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 where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you better them bullets missed y'all,
I thank the He let a nigga make it this far,
A lot don't, a lot of moms weep.
I carry on, all the weight is on me.
You know when a nigga might try to harm me.
Rest In Peace nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

It's foul, but yo the keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off cheap linen,
Nigga eat, even if it means sinning,
want 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 'til my money is long,
So much dough, them hoes think I'm rocking money cologne.

Have a model at the waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
greens for a nigga, give '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 nigga now,
And if you ain't focused you gonna be for awhile, yeah.

My nigga Mike rolling me, riding shotgun,
Type a nigga 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 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 nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And Ville can relate, man.
My niggas know the struggle, man.
What you know about momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in like grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I them so bad.
Darryl what up
My nigga Darryl had shits on in class yo,
I that shit soooo bad.
I my mom for that shit, you know.
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she me,
Got me some Reeboks black tops,
But was all good tho, cuz uh,
The year after that I had, I had some, some no shits,
all black shits, haha
Them shits had metal, shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back then didn't,
Niggas ain't even know he was broke man, no and shit.
But uh, have changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know that?
loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma