Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

For all my ville man,
All my Carolina 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 that 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,
Look what a made out,
The that I was given,
Look what a came out
Momma sewing on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put flame out.

Straight up, I got my back the brick wall,
I'm from a world niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all,
I thank the Lord He let a make it this far,
A lot niggas don't, a lot of weep.
I carry 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 keep winning, get up off this linen,
Nigga Imma eat, even if it sinning,
Niggas beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You niggas street smart? I'm a scholar.
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my is long,
So much dough, them hoes think I'm rocking money cologne.

Have a model at the waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking for a nigga, give 'em plenty, a dome.
It's funny, we dream money so much its like we almost got it,
Until we up in our pockets, its time 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 me, riding shotgun,
Type a nigga know about every car, but got one.
That's hunger, no wonder niggas with the evils,
on the corner, selling crack like 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 I gotta wake up these niggas myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the 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 know about 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 grade man, I swear
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 on in class 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 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 then niggas didn't,
Niggas even know 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
get this money, ma