Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

For all my niggas man,
All my Carolina man, (lights off and shit)
All my niggas, no matter where you come from

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 nigga never me nothing?
Pops me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a nigga out,
The that I was given,
what a nigga came out
Momma patches on my holes,
Man, our couldn't 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 pray 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 never know when a nigga might try to me.
Rest In Peace that John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta winning, get up off this cheap linen,
Nigga Imma eat, if it means sinning,
want beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You niggas street I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So trust me, I stopping '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 for a nigga, give 'em plenty, a dome.
It's funny, we dream about money so much its we almost got it,
Until we reach up in our pockets, its to face reality,
The is a trap nigga now,
And if you focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah.

My nigga Mike with me, riding shotgun,
Type a nigga know about every car, but got one.
hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils,
Posted on the corner, crack like its legal.
But who am I to judge how a get his paper?
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,
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 know about the struggle, man.
What you know your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I wanted so bad.
Darryl what up
My nigga Darryl had them shits on in yo,
I that shit soooo bad.
I begged my mom for shit, you know.
But she afford it, yo, she gave me,
Got me Reeboks black 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 know back then didn't,
Niggas ain't even he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, have changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know that?
College loans and shit,
get this money, ma