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 matter 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?
left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look a nigga made out,
The shit I was given,
Look a nigga came out
sewing patches 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 where never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you pray them bullets missed y'all,
I thank the Lord He let a nigga make it far,
A lot niggas don't, a lot of weep.
I carry on, all the weight is on me.
You know when a nigga might try to harm me.
Rest In Peace that nigga Lee,
I liquor, homie.

It's foul, but yo the world spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off this 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 niggas smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So trust me, I ain't 'til my money is long,
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm money cologne.

a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking greens for a nigga, 'em plenty, a dome.
It's funny, we dream about money so much its 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 focused you gonna be for awhile, yeah.

My nigga Mike rolling with me, shotgun,
Type a nigga about every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder 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 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 niggas heard of.
A journalist nigga, call me the Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And niggas can relate, man.
My know about the struggle, man.
you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in like first grade man, I
It was like the Sixes came out, the Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I them so bad.
Darryl up man?
My nigga Darryl had shits 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 some Reeboks tops, ahaha
But was all good tho, cuz uh,
The year after that I had, I had some, no name shits,
Some all shits, haha
Them shits had metal, shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you back then niggas 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 about
College loans and shit,
Gotta get money, ma