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, thats all a got
So if its about c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all up in the spot.
I was raised in the
Why a nigga never gave me
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a nigga out,
The shit I was given,
Look what a nigga out
Momma sewing on my holes,
Man, our couldn't put this flame out.

Straight up, I got my back against the wall,
I'm from a world niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you better 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 a nigga might try to harm me.
Rest In Peace nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

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

Have a model at the waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking greens for a nigga, 'em plenty, a dome.
It's funny, we dream money so much its like we almost got it,
Until we reach up in our pockets, its to face reality,
The ville is a nigga now,
And if you ain't focused you be here for awhile, yeah.

My nigga rolling with me, riding shotgun,
Type a nigga know about car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder niggas with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling like its legal.
But who am I to judge how a get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm get my cake up.
I guess I wake up these niggas myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the rawest shit you niggas ever 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 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 man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I wanted so bad.
what up man?
My nigga had them shits on in class yo,
I wanted that shit bad.
I begged my mom for shit, you know.
But she couldn't it, yo, she gave me,
Got me some Reeboks black tops,
But that was all tho, cuz uh,
The year that I had, I had some, some no name shits,
Some all shits, haha
shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back niggas didn't,
Niggas ain't know he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, have changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you about that?
loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma