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 dolla and a dream, all a nigga 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 gave me
Pops me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
what a nigga made out,
The shit I was given,
Look a nigga came out
sewing patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes put this flame out.

Straight up, I got my back against the wall,
I'm from a where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you better pray bullets missed y'all,
I thank the Lord He let a nigga it this far,
A lot don't, a lot of moms weep.
I gotta carry on, all the is on me.
You never when a nigga might try to harm me.
In Peace that nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off cheap linen,
Nigga Imma eat, even if it sinning,
Niggas want beef, sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You street smart? 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.

Have a 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 like we got it,
Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to reality,
The is a trap nigga now,
And if you ain't you gonna 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,
Posted on the corner, crack like its legal.
But who am I to how a nigga get his paper?
money coming 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 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.
What you know about your momma patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light blue jeans with the patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in like first grade man, I
It was like the Sixes out, the Jordan Sixes.
Them was so fly man, I wanted them so bad.
Darryl what up
My nigga Darryl had them shits on in yo,
I wanted shit soooo bad.
I my mom for that shit, you know.
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she me,
Got me Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all tho, cuz uh,
The year that I had, I had some, some no name shits,
Some all black shits,
Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you
But you know back niggas didn't,
ain't 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,
get this money, ma