Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar and a Dream II

Hey, hey, yea, yea
Got a dolla and a
Yea
I got a dolla and a dream, real on my team
Everything ain't what it
Yea
I got a and a dream, hey
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Ay, I got a dolla and a dream, real on my team
Everything ain't what it
Niggas hatin' but I love them even they trynna scheme
But I'm past that, a niggas stock is like the Nastec
They same I'm the future but yet I'm giving flashbacks
Of better days, when you ain't have to settle for played
I represent the nigga I say what they never say
Whenever they, spit that bullshit spittin,
this that pit I'm hittin niggas with the gospel
Hostile with them hoes, I got a dolla in my pocket, a dream
Yea you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it
What it means to know your momma or your father on that
On that hard white, I'll tell you them scares like
I'm speaking through these bars a nigga in the jail
Tired of sifting through my I feel like Cartwright, bills
Forreal, a I'll
Just let me do the talking men I know how feel

I got a dolla and a dream, real on my team
Everything what it seems

I got a dolla and a dream, niggas on my team
Everything what it seems
Every lady no hoe, and every bitch ain't no queen
Every nigga ain't no dog, and every nigga no king
be happening for a reason, everything is everything
Every nigga can't dunk, so man can jump
They shooting niggas fo' they even tell em put hands up!
cops, got a nigga scared to drive probably thinking
that I'm slanging man I see it in eyes
But inside of my is a dolla plus a dream
Yea you swear your is faithful everything ain't what it seems
See I seen how she glance and look away she want it
I ain't saying I'm a fuck her but I if I wanted
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is
I bet if I was to hit men, I be the first
This is church, this is
Spit it I get from the Bible, for your survival

I got a dolla and a dream, real on my team
Everything ain't it seems

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Ay Salle, I know I been answering your calls, but shit, let me explain-
because times been hard, been runnin around trynna find a job
I hear my phone in the morning, 9 o'clock
And you, can't even front I press ignore
I got cha letters laying in my dresser draw
You me about all the things you did for me
When I was broke, you me doe and that was big for me
See you was there every year I needed you,
And you were so to give I had to be with you
when I used to call you on your phone line
I knew it was official my momma cosigned
But in no time, a graduated
I hit the real world, girl I'm sad to say it
But I was using you, you gave a nigga stacks
And I know one day in my heart that I'm pay you back"
I got a dolla and a