Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

For all my ville man,
All my niggas 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 that c.r.e.a.m., I'm all up in the spot.
I was raised in the
Why a never gave me nothing?
Pops 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 what a nigga out
sewing patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes put this flame out.

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

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off this linen,
Imma eat, even if it means sinning,
Niggas 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 will think I'm rocking money 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 its like we almost got it,
Until we reach up in our pockets, its to face 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,
Type a know about every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder fucking with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling crack its legal.
But who am I to judge how a nigga get his
This coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up.
I guess I gotta wake up niggas myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the rawest shit you niggas 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 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 wanted so bad.
Darryl 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 afford it, yo, she me,
Got me Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But was all good tho, cuz uh,
The after that I had, I had some, some no name shits,
Some all shits, haha
Them shits had metal, metal buckles and shit, you know?
But you know then niggas didn't,
Niggas ain't even know he was man, no worries and shit.
But uh, times have man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know that?
College loans and shit,
Gotta get money, ma